i am quiet as fuck, regardless what you say or not. i know i am, and no, i don't intend to uh, 'work on it' because what is there to work on?
and i'm not shy. really. i'm just quiet.
i don't procrastinate.
i just don't work until the very last minute and i like it like that. i like the whole surge and rush and all that bullshit about being pressed for time and needing to finish something on time.
although, when i do use my time wisely, things do come out better.
duh. obvious.
i am a bitch.
duh. obvious. again.
i am clingy like you have no clue. even if i don't know you.
i don't know why, but i need everyone. of course, if you come into my life and there is some attachment and i can tolerate you and not hate you and well all that other bullshit, then i'm too clingy.
oh, and. i'm afraid that everyone will leave.
always.
so. don't go anywhere or at least take me with you.
when i have a lot of time on my hands and i'm bored, i can't help but think about all the bullshit that makes me a really bad person.
which i am.
oh, and.
steven wrote that poem.
teehee. <3(:
- sarahsita
- i don't like to think, but i do. i'm kind of thinking, that well, thinking is what i'm best at. i'm sarah. and i'm alive. p.s.-that's not going to change until i die.
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