I'm a dreamer. Another teenager. Inspiration keeps me alive. I hate changes but love to travel. Call me Sara.
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.
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!".
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 (not saying I'm stupid!).
On one hand I was just crying because it was everybody else's fault. It was life it self who had betrayed me.