I'm Sarah. I'm short, and I have a bad taste in music. I like people, and I hate violence. I like cartoons, and comedies. I'm a nice person, but only when respected. If you're going to talk behind my back, screw you. Music and Friends are my life. What's a life without them? I drink, I do drugs. I smoke cigarettes. I don't like smoking, but I do it anyways...like anybody else on this fvcking planet that smokes. I like the sound of classical music, some punk, metal, and pretty much any other music. I can see talent in any art form, no matter how bad it seems to be. I'm open-minded, in more ways than one. I like meeting new people, and making new friends. I like listening to my discman, and I hate it when people hit on me on the train when they're 50 years older than me...especially when they interrupt my music listening to do it. I don't like drunks, although I do drink a lot. Sex is awesome, yet overrated.
It really sickens me. Day by day my life goes by, and all I can do is think about how much fun everybody else in this world is having. I have fun times myself, but I worry way to much about what others think of me, whether or not they'll want to hang out with me again, and infinate number of negative things. I then wonder why it is that I've never had a boyfriend my entire life. I get hurt time and time again, and I know it's because I open myself up way too easily. The person that I have feelings for then tells me that they don't have the same sort of feelings and I hurt yet again.
I once heard that emotions are addictive. When something you think was wonderful comes to an end, you suffer through withdrawls, and will suffer those withdrawls until you get over that addiction. I then wonder why it is that I let myself become obsessed with that wonderful/horrible drug call lust and tell myself that it's the same reason that I do any drug: because while you're on it, you feel free. You feel @ harmony. You're happy. And for just a second I think to myself it's worth it. But, it really isn't. I could have a fucking awesome friendship with any of the guys I've had sex with in the past, but it won't be to it's full potential because I can't get out of my head how much I liked that person such a short time ago.
I believe now that lust is much more addictive than any other drug on this planet. The withdrawls you have are on you're entire body: your brain; because you are constantly thinking about the person; your heart; you feel it lower on your chest, and for that long recovery preiod you are constantly dragging your heart on the floor, picking up as much filth as you can to cover up the bleeding. It's also withdrawls physically. People crave the sense of touch. Sex is beautiful, and while some people do it out of love, it's ALWAYS because touch feels so fantastic to the human body.
I met a hippy yesterday. He had long drreads, and was one of the more intellegent (either that or one of the most coinceded) people I've ever met in my entire life (yet the idea of this could very well have been because of the infliction on LSD we were enduring in), and I didn't even say much to him at all. I was listening to my discman, and he came up to me and gave me a piece of paper. All it did was explain what he was trying to do for a living. A 9-5 job wasn't good for him, so he made a "hippy mag" (as Jono and I call it), and was trying to sell his artwork so that he could live. I never really had much to say to him, but I sat with him until my friend got to the train station. While waiting I told him that I'm sorry that I wasn't that talkitive, but I've been waiting at the station for the past 2 hours of my life and it was starting to take an edge on me. He just that "sometimes you don't even need words", ( and he continued with many other cliche anologies during the span of our short converstion), and we sat in comfortable silence until the next train came. He ended up giving us the magazine.
I wonder if he was ever like me, or if he was always a brilliant man, even as a child of 17? Did he ever feel addicted to lust? Did he ever hurt the way I hurt every day of my life? Or did he never care about money, and just lived like a hippy? Did he finish hish school, the way I've been working so hard to establish my entire life? He's just an ordinary person, like myself, but he has an open perspective (either that or a very ego-tistical) on life, and constantly tries to succeed in the meaning of life: to be as happy as you can, to meet friends and be loved...
And that just brings me back to my main concept of this journal. Love. It's so addictive, and everybody wants it, but everybody is too scared to try to realize what it really is. Everybody needs love. Everybody. No matter how hardcore you are, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you really don't need it, it's just something that you know that you have to have. What's the point on surviving if nobody wants to give you the time of day? If nobody knows who you are, if you don't know anybody, then the meaning of your life completely diminishes. You're miserable because you have no contact to the Outer World, you have no friends, no reason to walk, because you're constantly in the shadows. And nobody realizes that you fall into the shadows because you never opened yourself up. Circles. If you open yourself up you're miserable when you're rejected, but if you don't open yourself up, you're still miserable because nobody could ever possibly truely "love" a person they don't know.
It fucking sickens me.
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"I had a friend once, he took some acid, now he's thinks he's a fire engine, it's okay, until he pisses on your lighter, kinda smells kinda cool, kinda funny anyway"
"SATAN, SATAN, SATAN......"
I had a friend once, he took some ecstacy...he tryed to marry me and everyone in the room....he was sorta loving, kinda caring, kinda tryed to fuck my lazyboy.....it got a bit messy, all over the curtains, armchaircovers, throw pillows and carpeting........"
"I'm getting bored I'm getting bored...I'm getting bored......."



