take me home.

My name is Sara (there is no fucking h), and love me or hate me I'll always be a Red Sox fan.

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Okay, before we really get into it...into me. I'm just going to be honest with you, like it or not. Also, let me state this clearly: If you've got something to say about me, something you've heard - or something you want to spread. Do me a favour, smile back the words you want to spew and move on to someone else. Still with me? Good.



I am, by no means, a girl with the heart of gold. If you know me, you know how honestly uncool I am. I am not smooth, in any sense of the word. I run into things, and I am clumsy. My clothes barely match, and I can make the best conversations uncomfortable. I make fun of people, too much. I am sure it is going to come back to me ten fold. I am aware that there is nothing like experiencing failure at light speed, but I get over it quickly. I am stuck up. I do not like being redundant, (repeating myself, for you invalids). I try not to waste time regretting actions, words shared, or lies found out in some sort of battle. I am the words you will use for comfort, but I am tired of feeling used and discarded. It is as if my hearts done doing it is time. I hate people who think harassing someone is going to get them what they want. It is like watching a human being suffer out of pure pleasure. Some times, I would like to be the one to disembowel their every emotion from their chest. Like they deserve them anyway. I am a music snob at best; it is not something you can easily relate to me by. I find bands that know my feelings better than I do, and I completely love it.

I've had my share of drama due to ignorance - and I've let myself into some pretty messed up situations because of it. I'm trying to work my way out now, and if breaking hearts, losing "friends", and making enemies happens - so be it. We all become what we hate some times - and it tears us down every time. Once you are hurt, your trust and faith in people slowly seems to deteriorate. I am the one that you will always want, but will never have the courage to fight for. I can supply a temporary cure for the aching in your chest, or the shiver that envelopes your body - but I am never good enough for more. I'm taking a little more time to finish finding myself; I've got amazing people backing me - and some I'm not so sure about (I'm slowly shutting you out, don't worry). If I could, I'd bundle up the ones I love and run away with them - I assure you, it wouldn't be very many. I've learned lessons the hard way, and that's the way I prefer to learn them - it makes repeating them less likely. I never meant to end up like this - this reinvention I have concocted. I get better; I get worse. I fall and I push.

I close chapters in my life when I know it's needed, and I make sure to mark them as mistakes. Usually, because that's how they end up. If I actually talk to you again, after we've stopped talking - it's generally not going to turn out the way you're hoping. I hold grudges, and they run very deep. I nurture them, and I make sure they're kept in good shape for the next time you decide that fucking me over is the best bet. I'm really not that nice, trust me. I hate being lied to, and second chances with me are obsolete. I am learning to get over things so fast. And for that reason, I spend more time in front of a computer screen, researching things that interest me than being out in the real world doing things that do not. Society is going downhill so fast; I really cannot wait for it all to collapse underneath us. I'm suspended in excitement for all the people damning others because of the mutual tyranny of this fucking planet. My interests are hard to grab, and even harder to keep. Supply me with intelligent conversation, keep me on my toes, disagree with me - hell harass me even. Just don't be a douchebag.