April 18th, 2011

Busy weekends leave me drained, no matter how fantastic they are. They also make you feel shit after, because you're alone and dull again, with the same chant stuck in your head.

Sarey, Sarey, Quite contrary, Always feels alone,
She wants to cry, and I can't lie, sometimes wants to leave home.

I'm hoping if I sleep for a week, maybe I can write something "better".

Sarah.

February 18th, 2011

It's difficult to find time for writing, when you're always doing things for others, or in a mass of paranoia. Oh, and don't get me started about being a paranoid mass that's trying to do things for others. I am now unable to focus on too much, am exhausted and have thoughts more scrambled & unorganized than those of Prufrock. I just want to hibernate for a while, and see if that helps. I want to be less paranoid.

Sarah

December 8th, 2010

I think I've a new idea? I'm not quite sure, for all I seem to do is sleep and read. Oops.

Sarah

October 22nd, 2010

I'm much to impatient. There are still 9 days before NaNoWriMo begins, tis much to long. I find focus difficult, for I would rather be plotting than sitting in Economics or trying to graph parabolas. I've been in such a good mood, but my thoughts all seem negative, spewing out when I've a utensil in my hand. I don't feel like myself.

The feelings counteract the actions
what sort of misnomer must I fight?
Jumping like a fool yet weeping inside,
and for what?
Many are as I, feeling lesser than their peers,
ugly and blemished,
grotesque and repulsive.
Many lack any sort of belonging feeling,
a sort of niche they've carved out for them self.
They don't complain.
I shall not either.

Write Long & Edit,
Sarah