January 31st, 2011

The month is come to a close, as has the thought of me pursuing my goal since primary school. I feel as though my life is a mess, and for some reason just have one question: if I were to write of angsty teens, would anyone want to read it? ....Well, I've thought a lot about art projects too. Yay, coping mechanisms.
Oh, next month is FAWM. February Album Writing Month. 15 songs in a month, and I'm participating. You may get to see some lyrics if I get time and focus to post them.
Oh, another random thought, if I'm posting less than usual in the next few weeks, my parents have locked me up for being a rubbish student.
I'll stop rambling on, since I've no clue what I'm really saying.
FML,

Sarah

December 30th, 2010

What gets written in my world? Numbers, ideas and schedules. Plans, locations and other miserable things. I've very little time to write, and being sore makes me want to do so even less. I've been spending my time watching over an ill family member in the hospital, but I did get a chance to scribble some words down.

Tap. Tap. Tap.  

The sound was of a hand, aiming to smack at the light switch, missing by inches each time. Every time she opened her eyes, the fake rays of light caused them to feel as though they were on fire. Each time she moved, her knees came in tighter to her chest. It was as though there was a massive growth inside of her, beating on her insides, stabbing them repeatedly. 

Tears seemed to have finally run out, leaving her face slightly moist, as she repeatedly cursed herself for doing it again. She could have stopped it, prevented feeling like this again, and yet here she was. Nausea plagued her, her head pounded, and the guilt she felt was starting to consume her.

 Don't ask.
Sarah