"A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament." -Oscar Wilde

My name is Sarah. . .

 

Why is it that when I really feel like speaking out and sharing something, every god damn person in my life is either drunk or high? Why is that they’re not able to hear me the first time when I ask them to stop? Why is it that I’m always the one hurt?

I rather see you mad and sober, then drunk and happy. “/

A new chapter.

This Wednesday is a new beginning for me, I’m kind of nervous but lately everything has been great for a change. I’m happy and I’m actually proud of myself. It’s either because I’m losing weight, or things are falling into place. My friends will be back for the summer and I’m getting my shit together. I’m actually ready for the future now. I’m growing up. :)

hey guys, i start my new job next week. yayyy. 

It’s funny when your drug-addict father points out that you need to start letting go of certain people due to there actions. Better yet, when you agree.