tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225982789580301482024-02-18T19:50:27.327-08:00stupid girlsSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-13786756386297478672011-09-11T21:05:00.000-07:002011-09-11T21:05:43.785-07:00hahI click on your name on chat and leave the box open.<div>It's more satisfying than actually talking to you.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-75669252045659561792011-06-01T12:16:00.000-07:002011-06-01T12:28:14.473-07:00apologies to you<div>Can I just take a moment to be totally honest?</div>I am 99% sure that I loved you.<div>One could say that it was purely sexual attraction, but if that was the case, I think I wouldn't have cared so much.</div><div>I hate to admit it, but you were, and continue to be, the only man I've ever cried over.</div><div>Maybe I took you too seriously?</div><div>I was sincerely broken because your actions (or non-actions) were extremely different from your words.</div><div>And things were never the same. They never will be the same.</div><div>It'll always be awkward; a forced pleasantness that will hang over us like a dark cloud at every gathering with our mutual friends.</div><div>Our eyes will flicker towards and away from each other, never to meet for a full moment ever again.</div><div>It used to be your fault, but now it's mine.</div><div>I'm sorry.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-78607355232644895352011-03-14T00:31:00.000-07:002011-03-14T00:32:50.104-07:00mind blowingIt's kind of amazing isn't it?<div>Our attitudes are so cynical towards it,</div><div>but all we want is to love and be loved in return.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-52987544925073359412011-02-11T14:06:00.000-08:002011-02-11T14:08:51.594-08:00sorry broIt's gotten to the point where I would rather have you gone than here.<br />It's over, I'm done.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-66046219128852189882011-01-26T22:32:00.001-08:002011-01-26T22:32:46.909-08:00just so you know...you're not fooling anyone.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-50464503300422352462011-01-17T21:04:00.000-08:002011-01-17T21:06:15.184-08:00sweet baby girlSome days will hurt more than others.<div>If he can't love you the way you want him to, leave him.</div><div>He cannot be taught.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-55725176187040153492010-12-27T11:31:00.000-08:002010-12-27T11:32:07.190-08:00acceptionYou know what?<div>I get that you're concerned about me, but I am an adult and it's not your business anymore.</div><div>Stop making me feel bad about it.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-87121322546313684622010-11-11T17:30:00.001-08:002010-11-11T17:31:15.134-08:00singing the bluesI'm kind of really tired of the amount of negativity in the world.<div>Let's focus on the positive for once, people.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-72670061226871555592010-11-01T03:03:00.000-07:002010-11-01T03:05:36.265-07:00who really needs sleep anyway?Nights like these are always fun.<div>You know what I'm talking about.</div><div>Lying in bed with your eyes closed, waiting for the alarm to go off.</div><div>The days ahead are going to be so great...</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-14342557118122840002010-10-19T20:27:00.001-07:002010-10-19T20:28:07.438-07:00hey lifeyou're kinda funny sometimes.<div>you're kinda awesome sometimes.</div><div>and you kinda suck sometimes.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-78621405112838764512010-10-11T22:52:00.001-07:002010-10-11T22:54:31.585-07:00pleaseStop thinking that you know everything about me and how I spend my time.<div>You don't know the beginning of it.</div><div>This is why we'll never be close - you just assume that I'm fucking my life up.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-26725194754895509372010-10-03T22:38:00.000-07:002010-10-03T22:40:56.260-07:00ejwioaejfaklfdksfaI'm crushing so hard! ahhhhhhh!<div>How will I go on living life as normally as I can when all I wanna do is obsess over this person and tell my friends everything about them?</div><div>ARGH!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-84589380423856606372010-09-30T19:02:00.000-07:002010-09-30T19:03:17.476-07:00oh britney ur mah gurlI didn't cry today.<div>~*~Stronger than yesterday.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-12332027200163322012010-09-27T19:57:00.001-07:002010-09-27T20:01:49.630-07:00fuck itMy biggest flaw is jealousy.<div>Just fuck off already.<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#003366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#003366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-90136151167126289012010-09-25T21:05:00.000-07:002010-09-25T21:12:18.058-07:00I don't mind<div>It's been raining a lot lately.</div><div>It makes me feel sad, but it's also kind of nice to be cozy and drink tea and watch the raindrops eat each other on my windows.</div><div>It also makes me appreciate the sun more. I took it for granted this summer.</div><div>I miss Calgary a lot right now. AKA party central!</div><div>I wanna snuggle in my queen sized bed with my dogs in the morning and be a party girl with my girls at night.</div><div>Soon babies, soon.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-2540064673536995032010-09-12T21:03:00.000-07:002010-09-12T21:10:43.408-07:00blah blah blahI have to wonder why I always manage to do this to myself.<div>I never get over my heartbreaks, I just attach myself to someone else to take away the pain I'm feeling.</div><div>And that leaves me confused and lonely.</div><div>I love that I will never entirely figure myself out.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-35837895122645193542010-09-08T22:02:00.000-07:002010-09-08T22:03:16.601-07:00the joke's on meit was really just all in my head.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-81602685704894815972010-09-07T19:37:00.000-07:002010-09-07T19:41:53.960-07:00um excuse me?Wow.<div>Just wow.</div><div>That was cold.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't want to call you out on that bullshit or anything, but that really hurts.</div><div><br /></div><div>There's nobody around to help me with this. They were right about him. He was trouble.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-80015937663848801172010-09-03T20:13:00.001-07:002010-09-03T20:15:22.047-07:00back to square oneIt's so much easier to love someone who hurts you than it is to be lonely.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-13979996717743215242010-09-01T22:37:00.000-07:002010-09-01T22:40:06.885-07:00the beginning of the end?I mourned the loss of you tonight.<div>Why are things so drastically different from just a few days before?</div><div>It's like you're leaving already when you really just arrived.</div><div>I really hope you choose to stay in my life.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-54999612853567525502010-08-29T18:15:00.001-07:002010-08-29T18:15:48.273-07:00fuckin finallyI am so ready for love that it hurts!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-74367837607023085082010-08-02T16:25:00.000-07:002010-08-15T20:26:27.094-07:00Thoughts From Gate D50Love will come to you the second you stop trying to find it.<div>Open your mind and your heart, and you will be surprised at the discoveries you will find.</div><div>Don't overanalyze yourself. And don't zero in on the negative when you mistakenly do it.</div><div>Don't be critical of others. You will find that they in return will not be critical of you.</div><div>The only thing that really matters is what's happening to you now.</div><div>Forget the past. Forget the future. Stay in the present.</div><div>Listen.</div><div>Laugh. Cry.</div><div>Love.</div><div>Don't settle for less than what you deserve.</div><div><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-24741063947261809632010-07-26T21:29:00.000-07:002010-07-26T21:38:32.085-07:00confessionsI am under the impression that you think I am someone to be feared. The truth is that I am absolutely terrified of what you could do to me, but I'll never let you know.<div><br /></div><div>If you reject me this one last time, I don't know what I'll do. But you know what? I know how I deserve to be treated, and if you can't treat me properly, than saying goodbye to you will be that much easier.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-48124442994733593372010-07-06T22:52:00.000-07:002010-07-06T22:57:24.963-07:00sex sex sexI am willing to face my fears and endure judgement like I have never known if it will give me a chance at spending the rest of my life with you.<div>I finally know what I want but am not sure how to pursue it.</div><div>I'm not really in any hurry to get it.</div><div>Last week I had a vision of us on our wedding day.</div><div>We'll see what happens.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022598278958030148.post-39767787609539191802010-06-17T21:43:00.001-07:002010-06-17T21:43:42.634-07:00things will get interestingI just want to love you.<div>Please let me love you.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03969756488323133396noreply@blogger.com0