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my name is sara, and i'm seventeen.
if you ask me about the glass, i'll tell you it's half-empty. but i'm an optimist through and through. i see the world through my own, biased view- it's disgusting, corrupted, and our economy is in the toilet, but i still find beauty in every street corner.
i'm not much of a lady. i sometimes forget to close my legs when i'm wearing a skirt. i almost never wear makeup. i cuss like a sailor and rarely apologize for it. my mind is perpetually in the gutter. i burp occasionally; it's natural. i'm often inappropriate in public. and for some odd reason, your mother will love me.
i think in irrational and nonlinear patterns, and i'm a walking self-contradiction. i'm honestly the most secretively paranoid person in the world. i enjoy wearing silver rings on my driving finger. i yell at my macbook when it doesn't cooperate with me. i enjoy decorating my wall with pictures i've taken. i have a love-hate relationship with the things i eat. i will not smoke your cigarettes or drink your alcohol. i addict easily. i'm a writing perfectionist. i'm definitely part social hermit. i'm a poet, therefore i am a liar. i think i would make an extremely sloppy drunk. for the most part, i have no clue who my friends are. i crush on inappropriately older and younger men. i'm either extremely mature or extremely immature. i worry about crashing and burning in college. i enjoy fashion. i'm in the mindset right now that i could listen to all time low for the rest of my life and not get tired of it. and truth be told, i like my life, and four and a half years past the lowest part of my life, i'm in love with being alive.
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f i l l e d u p w i t h s m o k e
I've got a sickness, you've got the cure
You've got the spunk I've been lookin' for
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she's miss apocalypse.
rip her to shreds.
she's [i:410cd531c3]nothing[/i:410cd531c3] to you now.
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