The Writings Of Sarah C

I've been trying to get on wiki more lately, especially these writer's pages, because everyone'swords are thrilling,amazing,and wonderful. My page had alot of old shit on it. I've decided to start writing more again, and am gonna re-start this page. i love comments...if you read and have something, anything, to say, shout out.

sarah

i was reading LanguageofPain and it stirred up some feelings. Now i need to write.

2/28/2002

i don't hurt myself. i refuse to.

But at night i try to will myself to dissapear into the dark sky, and when i'm feeling sad or lonely or unbearable i get you hard and am fucked.

Why do i suddenly sink to desperation?

It's the air the way my fingers and feet are freezing and never unthaw the fact that i cannot see my floor and do not care that dirty condoms are piling up behind the bed.

i want to be able to look inside of myself without crying. i want to be able to look outside of myself without smiling.