My name is Sara (there is no fucking h), and love me or hate me I'll always be a Red Sox fan.

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I am, by no means, a girl with the heart of gold. I can make the best conversations uncomfortable. I make fun of people, too much. I am stuck up. I do not like being redundant, but I'm forced to on a daily basis due to OCD. I have a slight obsession with how much emotional and/or physical torture one human being can tolerate. I am a music snob at best; it is not something you can easily relate to me by. I find bands that know my feelings better than I do, and I completely love it.

I fell in love with words back in the day. Although, I sometimes tend not do them justice. Grammatically speaking, sometimes I'm unbearably bearable. I find that my finest notes are the ones that still reside within my throat. Contray to popular belief that musicians have already written all the best lines, you just haven't found yours yet. Give it time.

We all become what we hate some times - and it tears us down every time. Once you are hurt, your trust and faith in people slowly seems to deteriorate. If I could, I'd bundle up the ones I love and run away with them - I assure you, it wouldn't be very many. I've learned lessons the hard way, and that's the way I prefer to learn them - it makes repeating them less likely. I get better; I get worse. I fall and I push.

I close chapters in my life when I know it's needed, and I make sure to mark them as mistakes. If I actually talk to you again, after we've stopped talking - it's generally not going to turn out the way you're hoping. I hold grudges, and they run very deep. I nurture them, and I make sure they're kept in good shape for the next time you decide that fucking me over is the best bet. I'm really not that nice, trust me. I hate being lied to, and second chances with me are obsolete. I spend more time in front of a computer screen, researching things that interest me than being out in the real world doing things that do not.

Society is going downhill so fast; I really cannot wait for it all to collapse underneath us. I'm suspended in excitement for all the people damning others because of the mutual tyranny of this fucking planet. Therefore, making my interests hard to grab, and even harder to keep. Supply me with intelligent conversation, keep me on my toes, disagree with me - hell harass me even. Just don't be a douchebag.