שָׂרָה,
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שָׂרָה,

They say the more you bury thoughts in your heart,
the more likely you'll die young but with an aging soul.
I'm having 20 year old grey hairs already,
so I thought I'd spit my heart out to an empty blog rather than letting my mind choke the youth out of me.

-- And I'm still wondering, have I made this blog for me? or for my emotions that are still craving you..

i love how considerate and thoughtful you are. keep it up sarah :)

whts ur theme? plz? asked by Anonymous

http://centennialtheme.tumblr.com/

I am sincerely moved by your words, I'm almost in tears, I've loved your blog since the very first moment I had my eyes on it, and now you come with this amazing diary, I know I may somehow disturb you by reading it, but your way of writing has really inspired me, and the music, god, all I can say that you're perfect, and everything you do, like this blog and the other one, are truly amazing, I lost a lover just like you, and I know it's not my place to talk to you like this, but I just want to tell you that's it's a phase you'll get through, I feel just like you, the nights, all the quiet behavior but never silent thoughts, it kills me at night to think, and I've lost all the brightness I've had in my face, I'm just like you, and I really wish you the best. I hope I didn't bother you.

P.s: I would be very grateful if you told me what that song's name. asked by ardentaitch

Your words are such a motive for me to keep on writing diaries. I’m glad someone had the time to read this blog of mine. Much appreciated, love. x

I no longer post/display personal pictures. I’m turning into something I never dreamt I’ll be. This heartache is eating me inside out.. And I wouldn’t like to share how I look with anyone.. So I keep old pictures just for the eyes to see how I once was, carefree, pretty.. And most of all; happy..

Have you ever wondered what a friend is?

Who are they and why we chose them? Why are they even sometimes closer than our own families?

Friends are the family we choose. They’re what we find our true selves in.

The ones that we share with them our Endorphin rushes,The smiles, the tears.

True friends are a blessing, indeed. 

Without them, life loses three quarters of its true definition. :}

I always wished that I’m a Jellyfish; so beautiful yet so strong.. it may seem vulnerable, but once it attacks.. it’ll leave you there, paralyzed. And know what makes it more beautiful? that is has no heart.

I wish so much I was a 90% of water and no heart in me, then I’d live peacfully.

The purpose of having a heart is to pump blood to organs and keeps us alive. I’m left in the dark about its other emotional functions. :}

5:30 AM. Still awake, though my body is overloaded and tired. My mind won’t keep its silent screams low. “If it’s 6:30 and I haven’t slept yet, then I’d wake up, overdose on caffeine and head to work” Thoughts jostling through my mind; not one of them is complete, there is always this other one that invades its rightful place and kills it..

*I really am craving that mug of coffee.

Her voice is like a dull wave of nothingness hitting every cell in my body and forcing it to lose consciousness..