Not all scars show, and not all wounds heal.
Profile Sarah is constantly aggravated by a few choice people who decide that its okay and fun to never do their work and thus force it upon her. Exits Abby :D Amanda Annamei Becca :D CA <3 Fum Ger Liau Jean :D Keri Laura Melody Rachel Rachy <3 2M 2009 Archives March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 April 2011 June 2011 July 2011 August 2011 September 2011 November 2011 December 2011 February 2012 March 2012 June 2012 August 2012 January 2013 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Wednesday, July 27, 2011 there is beauty though intrinsically hidden, it is still there. warm, mellow sunlight that kisses the tip of my nose and the top of my cheeks leave an undoubted mark of where it once was. It always shows up so quickly. The pinkish burn that indicates my ethnicity and the fact that why,yes, you should not be out in the sun for so long. I hate sunlight. But ironically, what i hate keeps and makes me feel alive. Like you know when you have a fresh bruise on your knee and your friend presses it so hard you want to cry? That feeling, that life. The feeling of a papercut in that minute space between your fingernail and finger. There's blood that rushes there. It means life. To be honest i'm very lost in life right now. Uncertain of where to go, what to do, how to go about doing things. I'm hopelessly lost. And i can't seem to translate anything onto this cruddy little space. Directionless. Pathless. And i refuse to be led. I don't know why I bother with this space anymore. It feels like home but not really. It shelters my thoughts but not really. it houses my insecurities, instabilities, immaturity and life. Must be tough to walk away from something like that. Abandoning my tumblr for the time being because i feel even more lost there. No emotions, no nothing. Detached. Spending time with yourself is scary. Everything you do comes to question. Are you good or bad? Shameful/shameless? good/bad daugther/friend? It eats you up. Any shred of character i may have once possessed is now torn and tattered and scattered and littered and left for dead. I don't even know who I am anymore. A shell. An empty being. I skipped cheerleading today. I felt like today was a day of mourning. So i don't really have a very solid reason for skipping. Maybe i've lost my love for it, like i have for all the other things in my life. All those, those were fads, I told my parents. Cheerleading's the real deal. Maybe it isn't now. Maybe it never was, maybe i just wanted it to be.
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay