... without getting harder first."

It's been so long since I've picked up a pen- I'm afraid I don't remember how to write. 
It took nineteen years; at five am, sixty miles away from home, with one too many substances in my body, while I sat in a cold garage with a new sun sneaking over the horizon, to realize how much I take for granted. 
Healing. It' ( Read more... )

Home, just isn't home anymore.

1. Who are you?
2. And what have you become?

I'm not expecting any answers. 
'Cause really, I think it's [you are] hopeless.

I'm done with Loveland.

I never imagined the day of my high school graduation as being in the past. And now I have just finished my Freshman year of college. My first year of higher education is over. Over ( Read more... )

My Sociology professor encouraged everyone in the class to label themselves in order to justify their identity. In his eyes, I would be viewed a heterosexual, Greek/Swedish/Czechoslovak
ian, so-called "atheist" female. Not only that, I'm a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, a friend, cousin, aunt, neice and student.
The more I think about it, the ( Read more... )

It's not so much a feeling of regret. I don't regret it. And I still think you're a decent human being. Just slightly confused, perhaps. And entirely heartless. No. It's more a feeling of defeat. I've been defeated, I admit it. And for anyone who doesn't know, admitting something like that doesn't come easy for me. You never would have known that.
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I hate the snow. It's so depressing. And peaceful ( Read more... )

As far I can tell...
I am so sick of the Sara I've become. I want to go somewhere, entirely different from my current surroundings. I want to experience new things. I feel like I've had a constant feeling of numbness for the past 18 and a half years of my life. I feel so... restricted.  I want to actually live. And I don't think I can really do that ( Read more... )

I'm good at being the "single" girl.
I'm good at being the "girlfriend."
I'm not good at being the "in-between transition" girl.

'Cause someday, maybe somebody will love me like I need. And someday I won't have to prove 'cause somebody will see all my worth but until then I'll do just fine on my own.

I just got done smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer with my dad. Strange to think about...

When have I ever fallen for the lines from a stupid boy? 
"I like you. I want to date you. I miss you."
Never. And it won't start here.
I'm better than that.
The feeling of regret for hooking up with someone else will no longer exist. This is war, asshole.

Why ( Read more... )