Don't be So, I suppose I'm Sara. I'm I suppose I fit the whole ‘tortured artist’ category, but I know I’m blessed, I’m just broody. I’m striving for this vision of perfection I have of myself, but I don’t think I’ll ever get there. I’m my harshest critic. I can be a ditz, or relatively smart. I miss the plainly obvious, like others’ feelings toward me. I’m meek, shy, and often get lost in the texts of books, or a sketchpad and pencil. So read my stuff, or don't. Comments on stories really make my day, but I don't need them. Add me as a friend, or don't. At the end of the day, it's all the same thing. Me, struggling to grasp at words and define this stumbling through life. |
And she tried to survive wearing her heart on her sleeve
Day: 7/10/12Hour:7:13PM Feeling: Excited. Listening to: TV Updated: Infallible; Chapter Two! |