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ssarahbearr131

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Member Since: 13 Apr 2011 03:03pm

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Hey! My name is Sarah. I'm 13 and my birthday is July 7. I play softball and I used to do competitive gymnastics, but now I just do it for fun.  I like meeting/ talking to new people and usually keeping a conversation going comes easy to me. I rarely capitalize the first letter of my name and my signature never seems to come out the way I want it to. My mind is constantly buzzing with ideas, scenarios, explanations, conversations, music, etc. It never stops and sometimes that makes it difficult to find sleep at night. Some days I hate myself, some days I have an ego problem and some days I just don’t care. Generally, I’m a pretty honest person. If someone means something to me, they will know it; likewise if I don’t like someone, it will be pretty clear. My real friends become family and my family means the world to me. I do follow back, so follow me(:
"I don’t know exactly what you’re experiencing but i can guarantee you that it’s temporary, and much less important than it probably feels. I know being cool and popular seems like everything at this point, but what’s important is that you stay true to yourself. Because when you enter the real world, the most valuable thing you can bring is all your you-ness. The world doesn’t need any more hot chicks or tough guys or smooth-talkers, the world needs moreyou, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.     Photobucket PhotobucketPhotobucket




^ To all the haters out there ^

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  1. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    June 3, 2012 11:02pm UTC
    Don't be insecure.
    I know it’s hard. You get that voice that whispers to you every night when you’re in bed. Tan. Skinny. Pretty. Flawless. Perfect. It forces these words down your throat, choking you harder with every breath you take. You’re told you can’t be pretty if you don’t shop at the right stores. You’re told you can’t be sexy if your ribs aren’t showing. You can find the smallest thing you like about yourself, but someone will turn it into a flaw. You see flawless women walking around, desperately wanting to look like them. Yearning, and trying. Starving, and crying. These women have no idea how to wear happiness. They don’t know to look like joy. They may know how to look “perfect” but that’s far more painful than imperfect. So, here’s to the girls like you and me. There’s way worse things you can be than fat, or ugly, or imperfect. A person can be cruel, manipulative, or rude. Once you get to know what’s behind the layers of picture perfect skin, you realize there’s more layers of ugly personality. And, it ruins their pretty little figures with one sentence. Just be you, because imperfection is perfection. So, swallow those words with a gulp of strength, and remember: Beauty is not a visual concept. I love you.

  2. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
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    June 1, 2012 7:11am UTC
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  3. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    May 16, 2012 8:53pm UTC
    Nothing is Forever
    Chapter One
    I’m not going to bore you with my whole life story, it has no significance. I’m not one of those people who has a depressing story behind them, I don’t live to a family member who was hit by a drunk driver, or anything like that. Everyone wants a story to tell, no one wants to just live. They want something to show for their life. I guess I’m different from everyone else, in the sense that I don’t see the point in leaving my mark on the world. I don’t understand why people are so obsessed with being remembered. Don’t get me wrong, it is sad when people aren’t remembered at all, but that barely ever happens. I want to be missed dearly by my few family members and friends, rather than by a whole bunch of people who know me for something I did, not who I am. Someday everything is going to end. No one is going to be here to remember Rosa Parks, or Alexander the Great, or you. Humans are so fickle with the way we remember each other, anyway. Everyone is going to remember John Green, but not the little girl he dedicated The Fault in Our Stars to. All I’m saying is, don’t waste your life aiming for forever, because forever hypothetical.
    My name is Natalie Marie Murdock, I’m sixteen years old. I was recently diagnosed with Brain Cancer. That was the first time I’ve ever seen my dad cry. My mom cried too, but it didn’t bother me too much we don’t get along very well. Seeing my dad hurt was one of the worst things I’ve ever seen. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest. He needs more stress like I need a hole in the head. (No pun intended) He works so hard for our family, and he’s just a genuinely good person. Everyone keeps hugging me and telling me it’s not my fault, but it is. I mean, obviously I had no control over whether I got cancer or not. I can’t help but feel guilty that I’m causing too many people too much pain. I don’t want my dad to have to wake up every morning and leave for work wondering if he’ll ever see me again, I don’t want my best friends to feel that the next time we see each other could be the last. It just seems like such a heavy burden to put on people. I think I’m pretty normal, I live in the normal state of Maine, I go to a normal highschool, with normal friends, and teachers, and jocks, and bullies, and nerds.
    Tell me what you think, do you want me to keep going?
    Comment, please!(:

  4. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
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    May 13, 2012 1:19am UTC
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  5. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    May 6, 2012 11:37pm UTC
    You sit in your room, on the floor, crying. Eyes bloodshot, you’re tired, just so tired. You’re broken beyond repair. No one understands, you tell yourself. No one cares about me, you say in your head over and over and over. Door locked, hands shaking, knees weaker than before. You stand up, make your way over to the nightstand. Open the draw, the blade, there it is. You look down at your scarred wrists, What’s one more scar? One more cut, that’s all it is. It doesn’t matter, no one cares. Your mind circles around, and around in a desperate attempt to decide whether its a good idea. Soon, you brainwash yourself into thinking its okay, nothing will happen with just one more cut. You pick up the silver pain reliever in your shaking fingers. Put it to your wrist, close your eyes, and drag it across tearing the skin. For a minute you feel at peace, you feel okay. Blood drips from your arm onto the floor, like a steady metronome. You’ve lost yourself now, you’re not stopping, there’s no turning back. One cut leads to more, every time. There’s four cuts across your wrist now, a puddle of blood and tears resides on your floor. When did it get this bad? I’ve lost myself, you think. You look around, What have I done? You look down at your freshly cut wrists tears fall into them, making them sting. You use tissues to clean up the floor, and your arm. Regretting everything, you lay down on your bed, and drift off to sleep. You’re dreaming. It’s your wedding day with him, you’re in that beautiful bright white dress. Looking in the mirror, you look gorgeous, and you know it, until you hold your arms out. You see your scars, and feel ashamed. Everything is perfect except for the memories of a broken you. You feel self conscious, which doesn’t allow you to have the best wedding you can have. Your dream fast forwards, twelve years later. Your playing cards with your eleven year old daughter. You love her more than anything, and you never want to see her like you were. “What happened to your arms, mommy?” You hear the words come out of her mouth, and don’t know what to say. There’s a lump in your throat you desperately try to swallow, but it won’t go down. Then, you wake up with a gasp, terrified. You don’t want your life to end up like that. You don’t want your wedding day to be ruined because some mistakes you made, you don’t want to have to relive everything explaining it to your child who will always seem too young anyway. This needs to stop, you tell yourself for the millionth time. But somehow it never does. You start to think it’s over, everything is done. You don’t want suffer through life anymore. But, listen to me when I tell you this… Perfect comes in all shapes, and colors, and sizes. Perfect is you, all of you, every single inch. Know that I love you. Take a deep breath. Know that today will pass. This week will pass. This month will turn into next month. The things that are hurting you today, or scaring you, or making your gut churn? Those things won’t last forever.

  6. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    April 19, 2012 12:25pm UTC
    Just give me a minute.
    Maybe that's the minute that will get us an hour.
    Maybe that's the hour that will get us a year.
    It may not last forever, but you gave me minute.
    That's not nothing.

  7. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    April 12, 2012 4:31pm UTC
    One Year on Witty
    Tomorrow marks my one year anniversary on Witty. It's amazing. Amazing how I know that whenever I've had a bad day I can come here and feel better. Amazing how many times I've laughed, and cried on here. Amazing how many friends I've made, and lost in one year. Amazing how we really are like a family. About a year ago I was going through a really tough time, I pretty much gave up. Here I am, a year later. The happy girl I was way long ago. I owe it all to you, Witty. Thank you so much. I love each and every one of you.

  8. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    April 12, 2012 4:20pm UTC
    "Who's to say what's impossible?"
    "Well, they forgot this world keeps spinning, and with each new day I can feel a change in everything. As the surface brakes, reflections fade. But in some ways remain the same, and as my mind begins to spread it's wings.
    There's no stopping curiousity."
    -Jack Johnson
    (Upside Down)

  9. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 23, 2012 3:46am UTC
    So is anyone else as mad about The Hunger Games movie as I am? I'm unimpressed and disappointed.

  10. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 19, 2012 8:29pm UTC
    To late to cry.
    To hurt to move on.
    <3

  11. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 18, 2012 11:04pm UTC
    My Parents Keep Asking Me How School Was.
    It's pretty much like saying,
    "How was the drive by shooting?"
    You don't care how it was.
    You're lucky to get out alive.

  12. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 18, 2012 3:47pm UTC
    That awkward moment when...
    You scream for your mom for 15 minutes, then realize that she left an hour ago.

  13. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 18, 2012 7:46am UTC
    It's a lot easier destroying things than it is creating them.

  14. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 14, 2012 11:10am UTC
    You're looking for answers that can't be found.
    How many answers can a raindrop find, before it hits the ground?

  15. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 14, 2012 9:49am UTC
    I never understood
    Why people would hang around with someone because they're pretty.
    It's like picking your breakfast creal based on color, not taste.

  16. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 13, 2012 12:58pm UTC
    Katniss Everdeen
    The girl on fire.
    nmf

  17. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    March 6, 2012 11:40pm UTC
    KONY2012
    We stop at nothing.

  18. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    February 28, 2012 12:28am UTC
    The worst thing in the world is seeing someone you love upset
    One of my bestfriends got really hurt by a guy recently, she called me right after everything happened. The pain in her voice wanted to make me just like melt. It's so terrible, I had never seen her upset before and this oh, it killed me. I have always hated seeing people in pain, no matter who it was. When it comes to the people I love I just can not stand them being in pain, It literally causes me so much hurt I can't stand it. Any way, I really had to let that out somewhere. <3

  19. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
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    February 25, 2012 1:48am UTC
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  20. ssarahbearr131 ssarahbearr131
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2012 1:39am UTC
    Please tell me,
    I am not the only person who remembers the webkinz killer?

:)

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