"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.

Zero

My heart beats slow and my breaths are coming out fast.
kiss me slowly to make this moment last...

So I have a total of zero [important/meaningful] things to say.
I should be getting ready right now.
Actually I should already be ready.
I skipped going to another funeral today.
[people should stop dying yeah?]
If I had gone I'd be ready by now. its [1:49] Currently 11 minutes away from two and I'm hungry.

Djay left me a few hours ago. I misses her. A lot. She makes the pain go away. Gah, that doesn't sound pathetic no. I'm just another emotional teenager.

Yesterday was a bad day. I missed Seth a lot. My Spanish teacher called me out of class so I could talk to her. Hard explaining that I missed one of my best friends. Harder explaining where he had gone;

Teacher: What's wrong Estrella [Spanish name yo.]
Kitt: I miss my best friend.
Teacher: How long has it been since you've seen her?
Kitt: He, left about a year ago.
Teacher: Oh. For how long?
Kitt: Forever.
Teacher: *confused look*
Kitt: He killed himself.
Teacher: Oh. *tells story of how she can relate*

Thats exactly how it happened. I love my teacher and all, but I hate it when people talk about how they can relate to an issue you're having.
Eh, I can't complain though. I do it too.

I have to get readyy, a really good friend is coming back from another state after being away for like a year.

I love you all. <3
Peace and Nargles and always talk to me.

P.S:
My family

Jakesaurs, Bob the Blop, and baby Abbi. xD
Made out of clay for class.