My name is Sarah. (Don't forget the "h" at the end)
I'm just your average teenage girl with her music playing too loud and sleeping too much, with the ever-present disorganized room that's almost always locked
I don't have the best grades and I'm not the prettiest or the skinnest or the tallest. I'm just me, a young, little sophomore, trying to find out who I am while living in this tiny fish bowl world, better known as high school.
To the girls who have divorced parents, I know what it's like.
To the girls who have had their heart broken, I've been there.
To the girls who just want to be happy, I understand how you feel.
Life is tough, just remember that we're all human and no one is perfect.
& He left. So, you try to be strong, as usual. You try to go on and act like everything is okay, but inside you know it's not. It's like you made this strange and powerful connection with somebody, and then suddenly, he's just gone. And you can't just go on with your life. Not when you feel this emptyness and the terrible sense that you weren't good enough. I just wish I could know what I did to deserve all of this.
Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She slept in a lovely little cottage made of gingerbread and candy. She was always asleep. One morning she woke up, and the candy had mold on it. Her father blew her a kiss, and the house fell down. She realized she was lost. She found herself walking down a crowded street. But the people were made of paper, like paper dolls. She blew everyone a kiss goodbye and watched as they blew away.