"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious."

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Does it matter what I say? I can tell you all my name is Sarah Catherine,that
I'm eighteen, and my favourite colour has always been blue or yellow.
Those are only facts about myself, and yet, I always see paragraphs written as such.

I doubt it would matter at all if you knew,that I love my best friends
with everything I have.That I support my school football team, 100% and
I hate missing games. That I love the band geeks.They never get enough credit.
I could tell you I'm editor of the school paper.That I have an intense passion
for writing.Or that I'm never anywhere without my ipod.

I can inform you all that I've been in love.That my heart was once broken,
and now it's healed.I can tell you I believe in God, and know I'm going to
live forever.But do you know who I am? I can't find myself to believe you do.

Any words I write, are just that. Words on some page.It doesn't mean you
know who I am, or what I'm about. I myself am still figuring that out.

The remedy;

Because

The remedy is the experience.
This is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that it's serious.
This is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend
The rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends
When it all amounts to nothing in the end."

I'm happy I know;

I had one of the worst experiences of my life today.
I was at walmart with my sister, and I bent down to get something,
I could see my reflection, and what was behind me.
I saw two guys, checking out my ass. [I guess they like big butts. hahha]
But seriously, it was SOOOO awkward, I guess I'm a little happy? Maybe?
I have something to check out? I don't know.

Also, my sisters on and off again boyfriend, just called me hott.
And he wasn't joking. I mean he's called me pretty before. No big deal.
But he just randomly called me hott.

I know I'm pretty.
I just don't think I'm worth looking at really.
I'm just happy I know what people think about me.
Or maybe I'm not happy at all...

Step one; you say we need to talk;

"He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came..."

I'm caught in the middle once more.
Or so it feels to me. I'm not mentioning names, that's rude.
But I need to vent somehow, somewhere.

I'm crying because I have three sets of best friends right?
Don't ask, I just put them in sets of two. It's bad enough that
I have two best friends who like each other, but can't be together.
Because life is just funny that way sometimes, it gets in the way.
That's awkward enough, being in the middle, seeing as I love them both.
I mean, I'm lucky and they both like each other, so I don't have to pick sides.

But, one of the friends from the set above likes my best friend. My very best friend who doesn't have a set. xD 'Cause he's epic like that, kay? Kay. Well, one of the friends from above likes him. And he's in a relationship right now, and he doesn't like her in the same way. I feel so torn in what to do, who to comfort, who to side with. I mean, this is harder than a breakup between friends. At least then you can point the blame at whatever or whomever caused the breakup. And when two people like each other, or only one likes the other, you can't blame the heart. We don't choose who we love.

And honestly, I'm not crying because I can't pick, or that this is so hard. I'm crying because I'm never picked. I've never been one of those friends. I've never had them like me. And in a way, it makes me feel unloved, I mean I'm already caught between, why should they care how I feel? Even for a moment, why should they act like they care how I feel, or am? The answer is, they just should, but they don't.

I'm hurt because I DO feel second best, and I'm hurt because I know I am, and always will be. Because I'm never the one picked first, I'm never the one anyone falls in love with....

HeyyGirlHeyy;

SEVEN DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY!
SERIOUSLY. HBGKJJBIGLONJHGKL K;G;
I'm excited. :D

Hahha.
Uh, since I don't have anything to post about.
Random fact about Kitt: I sometimes speak in an English
accent for the hell of it. And the bad thing is? I cna't stop myself. xD

If I start, I have to wait for it to fade.
And when I talk to myself, It's always an Irish accent.

I'm pretty sure that's all of your time I'm going to waste today.

Oh, and apparently my rank is pretty high. I'm 107.
Well, guys, comment if you read!
Really, I love feedback. :D

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Change;

Things happen, and people change. Its life.

We can't sit around and wait for things to happen.
We must go in search of our own destiny.
We must accept the change, that is constant, and move on.
Why do we feel as if we must put our life on hold, for
something that happen to everyone?
Change isn't a unique event to just you.

We can't keep putting, the only life was
known for a fact we have, oh hold.
Because one day, you're gonna look up
and try to pick your life up, and change will
have taken over once more, and nothing, nothing will
be the same. Not just once element.
Change happens around us every second.
It doesn't care if we accept it or not.

I guess the point of this sugar induced
post, is we can't waste our time on someone who
doesn't care anymore, and possibly never did.

I am a firm believer in "Anything is possible."
However I am also a hypocrite, because I have to draw
the line somewhere. [and no, it isn't at pigs flying or hell freezing over.]