sometimes i wonder why i'm so happy even though i know i can never get you. just knowing we are friends or even just talking to you makes my day. i know your heart is somewhere else. yet when we talk i forget about everything else. i dont care what you think outside of our conversation. i dont understand why i am so easily contented. has my heart already accepted the fact that it would be impossible for me to get my desires thus blocking out any possible fantasies when we talk? one word from you can make my dull and dark day happy. its that simple.
sarah writes/ 7/30/2006 04:51:00 PM
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my name is sarah
i love talking
im like any human being in this world
i brought joy to this world on 25 december 1991
i like to laugh
i dont like to cry
i love god
i love everyone important to me
and most importantly i love myself
