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This blog is composed by sarah and kristin. We love to write, love to have fun, and ... are teenagers. That's about it.

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It has been years since anyone posted anything here.
i just thought i'd say, we titled this thing beautifully.
beauty did fail me.
but beauty also picked me back up.

i was not beautiful enough to make him stick around,
but i was beautiful enough, in some way shape or form to catch the eye of someone else. someone who looks deeper. and i have no clue how i managed that.

so beauty failed. and then it succeeded.
and i just thought someone should know...

-sar

Beauty. Failed. Me.


I have an excellent boyfriend.
A truly excellent boyfriend.
He is spectacular and amazing.
I just can't get over him right now.
And I can't get enough of him.

Okay, now that I got that out of me...


He's great.
:-)

...Carry on...




Beauty. Failed. Me.


so, i dearly love kristin.
and i've been down some too.
how depressingly depressing.

-sar.


Life's been treating me like shit lately. It sucks. It sucks. I'll get over it, but it sucks. :-(I've made a friend, from Illinois. He's cool, we talk a lot. I miss talking to everyone. I feel ignored and I feel unhappy. I feel sad. I've cried a lot this week. Crying sucks. Everything sucks.
....
Sarah, I'm happy that things are looking good for you and Nick. :-)That's good. He'll be good for you.
....
So...I'm gonna go. Yeah. Bye.

v v v v v v v v v v
Beauty. Failed. Me.


funny thing. i got the whole backpack astrologer in a cosmogirl a while ago. but i havent really looked at it yet. not until today. in august, it says:
play fair. funny you would keep tabs on your guy since you're the one who's seeing other people! news flash: he knows whats going on, but he doesn't want to lost you. he's giving you room, so give him your trust.


i thought it was quite ironic. considering....well..you know the story.
just kidding. maybe you dont.
you could guess though.
anyway.

i dont know.
thats all.

-sar.

Beauty. Failed. Me.


i'm in love with this pic.

no. we have not died,
just simply, sort of,
abandoned this blog.
not on purpose however.

i will get some more poetry on here sometime.

maybe i will start my summer reading.
but probably not.

i will after i finish perks.
i promise.
maybe.

but for now, i'm going to
leave with this.

xanga is sucking it up again.
blahhh.
but i love you, kristin dear.
and anyone else who still reads this.


-sar.

Beauty. Failed. Me.


i have this foreboding feeling that this summer will be unescapable bad. so i hope i'm wrong.
speaking of feelings...

feelings (5-26-05) skd

these emotions that run deep inside
are the essence of your identity today
but careful is how you must be
because these feelings are decieving.
look on, as you cry cry cry in pain
with the dagger dug deep into your heart
with no one left to pull it out for you.
and you give yourself up to yourself.
then, within hours of your death of identity
you are laughing because of the magic found
in the eyes of a surreal character you dont know
and you have never been more tickled than now.
the next hour, you are practically fainting
thinking of someone, envisioning their face
wishing you were with them now...
you have never been more in love.
an hour later, you are bored stiff with your life.
nothing has happened to you today and nothing will
you dont even remember the emotional rollercoaster
you just left from, where you spent your day
crying laughing loving forgeting wishing...
and all of these feelings have lied to you once again.



i'm not in a good mood.

-sar.

Beauty.Failed.Me.