Hey Sarah here again. Bloggers back. Which is cool. Its 2 in the morning. I just had one of those converstations when you wonder what the fuck you were thinking when you started it. I think the later it gets the more honest i become and when i wake up i'll just go back to walking on eggshells.
Now i'm not asking for a constant state of euphoria. Or a miracle. Perhaps an extended time of a lack of serious problems. And i'm sure you all agree. Maybe its not the honesty that grows as it gets late. Its probably just the voices in my head. See the problem with blogging is that everyone thinks your fucked. When you have a blog you don't write about just hanging around being content you only write about your fucked up emotional problems and then everyone thinks your crazy. And that you hear voices in your head.
I'm Always shocked by the power he has to turn me inside out. and just so he knows, I'm not acting sad and small. I am sad and small.
