I tell the truth

I've been beaten, I've been bruised...

But I have lived to tell

The more you kick me when I'm down

The more it truly helps.

I feel the madness creeping slowly

Loved by many, I'm still lonely

Paid the price for your mistakes

The music died the day I walked away.

Tragic Magic ~ Falling in Reverse

I made a decision, a life changing one.

I decided to be honest with myself and about myself because "the people who matter don't mind and the people who mind don't matter." Already I've lost friends, I've gotten the worst shit from various different people, and I've lost the good opinions of some people. Pretty much everything I was afraid of happened.

But something else happened.

I realized I really don't care anymore. To be honest, it's kind of a relief to be rid of those people, because my friendship with them was never a real friendship in the first place. Real friendships aren't lost that way. Real friends don't drop you the second they find out you don't agree with them in everything and always act according to their moral belief system. real friends accept the differences and care about you anyhow.

Fake people make me sick. I don't care if the people i'm talking about see this, I hope they do. They should know I'm glad they're gone.

I'm happy I'm rid of them. And happy I don't have to feel like I'm one of them anymore.

Various fragments of nothing

I wanna write a post but I'm not really sure what to write. Not for lack of things to write about, though. My life is crazy and the inside of my mind is even crazier. The problem is, reading (and writing) about the first would be kind of boring, and the second would just be disturbing.

I might have to end up writing poetry or something

Or I'll talk about Ronnie Radke.

Or how weird it is when you have your phone stuck down the front of your shirt and you have it on vibrate and you get a text. O.o (Oh come on, don't look like that... surely I'm not the only person in the world who sticks my phone there?)

You know, I'm seriously going to have to either write something which makes no sense, is boring, or makes no sense. Or is boring.

I write emo poetry on my phone late at night when I can't sleep. In text messages. And save them as drafts.

I bet you weren't expecting that, were you?

I'm going to copy some into this post now. (That sentence was synonymous with "you'd better stop reading now or you'll be scarred for life or laugh yourself sick or something else equally horrible.)

....I just read through them and on second thought, no way am I posting those. -_-

Your subconscious is thanking me right now.

Hello. I come in peace. Or so you think. >;)

It's been a while since I've had an actual blog I regularly post on... I have a journal thread on one forum and a blog within another forum that I post on often, but not a blog blog.

I'm not really sure if this is going to be a serious blog or what. My old blog wasn't. Maybe it'll be a mix of both.

Any opinions expressed in this blog (such as, I LOVE CHEESE! or I THINK KILLING PEOPLE IS FUN!) are my own and if you don't like them, that begs the question of why you were reading my blog in the first place. This applies to my sense of humor as well.

By reading this post, you are agreeing to the terms and conditions of sara's awesome blog. Your soul now belongs to me. That's what you get for not reading the fine print! >:D