The Book About My #life Could someone please make a book all about my #life I could have read the newest chapter, and be prepared and right And I could answer questions like: will I be someone's wife? But even though it would be awesome... Scary! Yeah it might I could have known what happened next If I had read the text!

Evolution We started out with a brain so small And we worked our way to a body so tall But you could not se that, we could only crawl So one of the people said: "Let's work it all!" And they built up those muscles so they could stand tall They could laugh at the monkeys who could only crawl "We are evolution, look at us all!" @weirdwolf #household

Overloaded Head I need to write, you know. Can't keep my thoughts in my head any more. There's to many of them in such a small place. So now I'm writing word by word, the things that can no longer stay in my overloaded head. I hope my memories will stay there a little longer though. If they start falling out, I will slowly loose my personality. Let's just hope that won't happen then... ... Why did I think that I could just write it all down. As if! I can't even make it all out in my mind. It's just like my room and everything of mine: All over the place and messy. Maybe I should start cleaning things up. Oh no... I'm too tired. You are always tired Sara! Hey! I'm a busy girl! Yeah I know. But you could start spending some more time... DON'T GET ALL PARENT LIKE NOW! Sorry! ... I'm so weird! If you just wasted your time reading this... I'm sorry!

On one hand I was just crying because it was everybody else's fault. It was #life it self who had betrayed me. But on the other hand I knew that no matter how loud I would scream towards the sky, it could not change anything. I would have to do that myself. I would have to change myself. They all sounded like it was easy and I was childish. But when I was forcing myself to be social, I was drowning. In a very large sea, very far out. God! Why was I so strange. Sometimes I would just stare at myself in the mirror thinking: Why can't you just be like any normal teenager and do what they sing about in those stupid pop-songs. But I was struggling the last couple of weeks left in school before the holidays. STRUGGLING! So here I am, somewhere, nowhere, on vacation swimming in the giant sea with no damn boat to sail in. Blame it on my #life. I have to blame it on myself.