YESSSS. My life once again has meaning.

Lady GaGa is touring Australia next year. Tickets go on sail on the 11th of this month. GUESS WHO IS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO GO AND RAPE GAGA. MOI.
Going to make my own outfit for the event & a Disco Stick.
Shall be fabulous.
Mmmmmmmm.

Now I know.

There's someone I wish walked through these halls.

Take me away from this empty house. I'm... suffocating on nothing. Because that's all there is when he's not here. I miss... I miss the yelling. The stupid fights, the laughter and the stupid jokes. I miss my family. I don't want to leave him. At all. I just.. I wish I could see them more.
My dad called the other day. I'm supposed to go see him in September, but I'm a little reluctant. Don't want to leave Christen. It's not that he won't cope without me; it's that I won't cope without him. Before I moved in I was always here for like.. 4 days. When I had to go home, it killed me. I need him. I can't sleep if he's not next to me. It's comforting.
So I'm thinking of telling my dad that we'll go down in December. Christen, Jono, Jarrod, Glen and I are planning a road trip. Shall be fun, assuming it works out. If not dad will pay for me and Christen to go down. We'll celebrate New Years together.
Despite all the bad things my dad has done in the past, he's still my father biologically. I'd like to try and have him as a father emotionally, too. He's trying, I know. I just hope he keeps it up. He's happy that I'm happy and he seems to be okay with me living with a boyfriend. I guess he trusts me and my grandparents. I mean, they wouldn't let me live with someone that's abusing me.
ALTHOUGH HE DID JUST HEADBUTT ME IN THE EYE/NOSE... Accidentally.. While he was pantsing me. Dx

We finally had sex for the first time in like.. Weeks. We'd both been sick and I don't feel very sexy when I'm constantly having to blow my nose. The night I surprised him with lace and leather I ended up being sick. >_________<; Stupid flu. I'm cured now, at least.

I had a dream the other night that Christen and I had a child. We were both older and had nice jobs. I hope it's a sign because it was the ebst feeling I've ever felt in my life. He seems to think I'm going to baby rape him. ;eye roll.; I want kids; but I don't want them right this instant. lol@me being a mother.

Goodbye, antidote. Hello, homesick.

Surprising him.

With lace and leather.

Christen worked like 13 hours today.
So I'm sitting here with leather boots on.
In sexy lingerei.
Wearing my ooooold glasses that make my eyes hurt.
For him, it's all worth while.


THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT'S BEEN EXCITING IN MY LIFE LOL HOW GAY.
I didn't get hired by McDonalds. ahahahahaha. no, srsly. I didn't.
Centerlink, here i come.

Goodbye, boredom. Hello, sexy legs. ;D

Family.

I spoke to my siblings yesterday. Since the phone wasn't working for months; I didn't have many ways of contacting them; nor they me. I usually get an e-mail from them every week. I guess the stuff I'm about to blog about wasn't important enough for them to tell me.

First of all. My two aunties; Bianca and Sonja came to visit for a few days. I had no idea and missed them. I hadn't seen Sonja since I don't know when; including my cousins and I hadn't seen Bianca since last year when I went to see my dad. (I think it was last year?).
Anyways; so I missed that.
The most important thing, however; was that my Pop suffered his 3rd stroke. Had I known this I would've gone home straight away and helped my grandparents out. However, no one told me. It happened about a month ago. Luke and my pop had a huge fight like a week ago and things got out of hand; so they're staying with my Aunt Tania ( whom I spoke to yesterday and we seem to have forgotten old grudges ). She's trying to make it permanent which I have to agree with. My grandparents aren't stable enough to look after the children. Between gambling problems and anger issues; it's just chaotic. Kate wants to stay there, Joe is undecided and Luke doesn't want to at all.

I can't believe they didn't tell me news as big as that. It's really unfair. ;sigh.; On the plus side; I'm looking forward to $700 in my bank account with which I'm going to buy a Wii. Or a PS3. Undecided at this time.

Goodbye, boredom. Hello, gaming console.

ugh. drunken idiots.

In my previous blog I said I didn't care that the boys were coming over and I meant it. At the start of the night it was pretty fun. I got to hit 3 grown men with a baton. They even bent over. Er'.. Yeah. Jono and Jarrod were pretty wasted after six beers. Not sure about Stephen since he's stupid 24/7 and you can't tell the difference between sober and drunk in regards to him. Anyways, moving on.
We decided to have some vodka. I was game; but I only had a glass. I didn't want to make an ass of myself. Christen didn't drink cause he's sick. Poor thing. D: Anyways. I thought Jono had only had one glass of Vodka and OJ. But then we saw the bottle and.. well.. there was like 1/4 left. o_O;
Jono and Jarrod always start each other; but they know it's a joke. This time, however; things went too far. Jarrod continuously stirred Jono and that resulted in Jono getting pretty pissed.
So; he decided he wanted to go home and was going to drive. Luckily he'd left his keys on the table so I picked them up and pocketed them; as I always do when they start talking about going for drives. Usually it's Jarrod who says it and I know he's just stirring me, but it can't hurt to be too safe. Jarrod kept stirring and then Jono decided to try and fight him. Stephen held him back and then Jono turned to me and was like..
Jono: Can I have my keys please?
Me: Uh. No. You're not driving drunk. End of story.
Jono: Give me my fucking keys. I don't care if I get caught it's my fucking right.
Me: How about you stop being so fucking selfish and think of your friends you fucking idiot. If we let you go and drive drunk and you have an accident, it'll be on our conscience.
Jono: Jarrod's driven drunk before.
Me: And if I knew he was going to, I would've taken his keys too.
Jono: Give me my keys.
Me: If you can get someone to drive you home, I'll give them your keys and you can come and get your car in the morning.
Jono: What's the difference between me driving and someone else?
Me: THE DIFFERENCE IS YOU'RE FUCKING DRUNK AND THEY'RE NOT. FUCK.

And it went on like that for about half an hour. He didn't know my mum, so he doesn't understand how stubborn I am.
Anywho. He was like 'I'll walk home.' And he started walking Stephen comes in and is like 'He's already left the street and is going home, can I have his keys?'
I gave them to him and then Jono comes back in. With. His. Keys. :| I was pretty fucking shitty at this point.
1 problem for Jono was that Glen was parked behind him (Thank you God). So then Jono was like 'Move your car Glen.' Of course, Glen refused and Jono then proceeded to threaten to ram into Glen's car etc'. He was calling us all cunts lol. YEAH I'M A CUNT FOR TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE. UGH, DICK.
Then Glen said something and Jono misheard it and then tried to start Glen. Stephen and Jarrod grabbed him and Jono punched Jarrod in the ribs. It sounded like it hurt. So then Jono walks off to the BP; which is like 5 minutes away and Jarrod goes after him, with Stephen trailing behind just incase. Christen, Glen and I were like. 'Jesus Christ, drunken idiot.'
So Jono comes back and Jarrod and Glen have to literally carry him upstairs and to the kitchen sink to wash the blood off his hands cause he'd cut his hands from clenching his fists and then punching some inanimate object.
Stu; some random person I'd met like twice then showed up and took Jono home. Thank God. Then I cleaned up, Glen and Jarrod took Stephen home and we all went to bed.
Jono came in the morning to get his car and didn't even appologise for ruining everyone's night. He acted like a total dick. I'm pretty sure he hates me, but whatever. If he stops being my friend cause I was doing the right thing, he's not a friend worth keeping.

Goodbye, Vodka. Hello, sanity.

We can't make up.

For the lost times that we both apologised for.

Let me start with this.
Dejan: I've got $0 to my name. Wait until next weekend when I can get $$ from Christen and/or my g-parents? D:

I feel restless. I'm so tired of being at home doing nothing. I'm trying to be productive and I'm writing again. I'm hoping to submit some chapters to publishers next year. Here's hoping? Christen's dad was in hospital yesterday. He may have cancer, I don't know. Christen doesn't really know anything, either. While Chris isn't my most favourite person in the world; I wouldn't wish cancer upon anyone.
So; I've thought of a new idea for a story. The one I was working on before satisfied me, but I couldn't do anything to it without ruining its beauty. Apparently my writing inspired people. lololol. Yeah, okay, guys. I'm not that great.

My McDonald's interview has been postponed until next Friday. Which is good, I guess. I can get things organised better.

Sometimes I think that I'm setting my goals too high. I mean; am I really going to be able to get a book published? Even if I have to self-publish a few copies; I'll be happy. I'm going to use my inheritence to help get me off my feet. Pay for my veterinary school and put the rest in an account to gather interest for a deposit on either a house or space for my own Veterinary Clinic & Animal Shelter. Though, considering how things are going at the moment with Christen, I'll most likely use it for a house. It's our dream to own a house together.
I've sorted things out with Christen, too. I think I was just being a sook cause it was that time of the month. Well, partly. I meant everything I said; I just didn't want to be that dramatic about it. ;sigh.;
I blog too much about Christen. But, these blogs are about my life and he's a big part of it; so what do you expect?
I'm missing my friends at the moment. I mean the true friends. Must stay over Dejan and Sladjana's house a.s.a.p. I miss the food & their crazy PaPa. Lol.
Christen and I are going on a picnic tomorrow. The last and only time we went on one was when we first started dating. It was really fun; even though we just lay there all day. It was nice to be with him. We're thinking of going at night for some ;). Just kidding. Maybe.. ;<_<>_>;
It's been a good day today. I'm happy; I feel relaxed and I don't care that his friends are coming over this weekend. I'm going to do lovey stuff in front of them. They can get over the awkwardness. I don't think they realise I'm actually a girl. It's cause I game and laugh at stupid things like boys do. I'm a hermaphrodite? No, Sara, too far.

Goodbye, worries. Hello, relaxation.

Where are you?

And I'm so sorry.

I miss Christen. Not just while he's at work. But while he's here. I can't help but think that we're drifting apart. It's a scary feeling. I don't want to lose grip of the one good thing I have. Not when it took me so long to get it where I wanted it to be. I'd been fighting for him for years and things seem to be going good for us.
I think maybe I'm just being a sook. Being on my period does that to me. He's just always working and I don't hate him for that. I know he's working for me so he can buy me nice things and take me to nice places and buy me Pokemon cards to feed my addiction. Even if I only spent half an hour doing something with him, it'd be better than him coming home; playing some form of game and then sleeping. I miss when we just stayed up for hours talking about anything and everything.
Give that back to me, my love.

It seems to me that maybe I won't be getting thatjob at McDonalds. My g-parents are on holiday (nice of them to let me know) and I need my Birth Certificate and Medicare Card to prove I can actually work in Australia legally. ;sigh.; Why do things have to be so complicated? I'll still go to the interview and just ask them to excuse my illegal immigrant status for the time being.

I'm getting fat. Not really. But I'm getting a bit of a belly. I still find myself ridiculously sexy and enjoy staring at myself in the mirror while wearing sexy lingerei. But, still. It's not a good feeling, knowing that I'm slowly becoming unattractive. I need to do martial arts again. Not sure which, though. I'm thinking maybe I should take Aikido up again. But I feel like I'm betraying my old Sensei if I do. Since where I will be doing it is our rival Dojo. >__<; I wouldn't mind doing Muay Thai or Capoeira. Mm. Decisions, decisions.

Goodbye, simplicity. Hello, complexity.

You are the antidote that gets me by.

Something strong like a drug; that gets me high.

Christen, my dear, started work at 7:30 this morning. Meaning he had to be awake at 5:30. I woke up with him and gave him motivation in the shower. ;cough.; As soon as he left, my mood fell. I miss him terribly when he's gone. I guess it's not healthy. I feel as if I'm addicted to him. He is my marijuana; my alchohol.
I was hoping that maybe since he starts at 7:30, he'd be home at 3 or so. No, since the other girl at his work is a suck up. He has to stay back and won't be home til about 8; assuming there's a Jury. I don't like being away from him. I guess if I was working, it wouldn't bother me as much. But I just sit here, counting down the hours until he calls me to tell me he's finished.

Speaking of jobs. I have a job interview on Friday. It only took me nearly 7 months to get it. Thanks, recession; for fucking with my life & future. I need money to pay for my veterinary course; which, because I didn't have a job, I had to postpone applying for. .__.; Oh well. I'll make some money and save up for Supanova next year. I'm not missing out again. My friend Issy might come from Adelaide and come to Supanova with me; which I'm excited about. Also; she's learning the Korean Madness dance with me so we can do it on stage. How beautiful. Debating on who to Cosplay as. Any ideas? ;D

Also.
Which Maccas is.. Myer Centre
Shop 11 - Myer Centre
91 Queen St
BRISBANE
QLD 4000

And. Anyone that's not doing anything on Friday. Come hang with me~

monster, how should I feel?

My weekend..
Was disturbing; this being the understatement of the century.

Christen worked late Friday night; didn't finish until 10:30. His friends came over at about 9:15; I was upstairs playing games. They came upstairs to order pizza cause Maritsa was on the computer downstairs. Christen called me to say he'd finished work and they said not to tell him they were here cause they wanted to scare him when he got home. Unfortunately he heard them and proceeded to hang up on me.
I tried to call him back, but he didn't answer. I knew exactly what was wrong; he was being untrusting. Again.
When I finally got a hold of him, he lied and gave me some other lame excuse. So I hung up on him.
Called back after he texted me and he told me "My friends just have so much access to you."
YEAH BECAUSE I WALK AROUND WITH MY FUCKING LEGS OPEN.
I cried.
We sorted it out.
Blah blah.
Drama over.

Saturday night. The guys decided they wanted to do a ouija board. Whether you believe in it or not does not phase me. I do believe in things like that, so I was reluctant. I made the board; because apparently personally made ones have more effect. We didn't start until about 10:30. Not many people know this; but I'm actually deathly afraid of the dark. Partly because I'm blind in it. Partly because it's scary. We went into the cellar with the Ouija board, two candles and insence. We said some chant to ward off evil spirits and started. Of course, nothing happened. So we sat and told scary stories, to get us in the mood.
So after about 20 minutes of telling scary stories. We closed our eyes and tried in silence. Then we started hearing things. Only Christen knew I was afraid of the dark and the guys thought it'd be a good idea to blow out the candles. I went into hysterics. I started hyperventilating and shaking. I was holding into Christen for dear life. Then I heard tapping right next to me; I thought it was Christen but he swore on our relationship that it wasn't him and the others swore on friendship that it wasn't them.
Then we decided to take pictures in the dark of random spaces. And in each picture I saw the same face. It was moving around. I started into an even bigger fit of hysterics and was literally having heart palpitations. They took one last picture and I turned away; since I was crying. They looked at the picture and Christen was like 'Oh my God.' I screamed at them to not show it to me. He said I looked exactly like his great grandmother looked when he saw her ghost. He'd never met her and only knew it was her when he told his mum. I was so scared I nearly passed out. Jono was the only one besides Christen who was concerned. They both took me upstairs. It took me half an hour to calm down.
The boys went back downstairs and I stayed up with Christen's mum. She went to bed in about half an hour and I lay down on the couch. I fell asleep for about 15 minutes and they assumed I'd gone upstairs and turned all the lights of in the house. I mean it was literally pitch black. I started crying and called out for Christen, but he didn't hear me. I called 3 more tims before he finally answered.
"What's wrong, Sara?"
I didn't answer; I couldn't find my voice.
Everyone came upstairs. They didn't know I was in the kitchen. I thought they were ignoring me. "Christen," I called again.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the lounge room."
They asked what was wrong and I told them it was because someone had turned the lights off. Christen and I went to bed, then.

I was not pleased.

I'm hoping the next week will be more eventful. Looking forward to hopefully seeing Red Cliff this weekend with Dejan. If I have enough money; which is looking doubtful.

I think Julie is going to win Master Chef. Ugh. MLIA.

Goodbye, reality. Hello, haunting.

fuck. my. weakness.

i don't hate him, my weakness. how can i when he's everything i want?
i'm so pathetic when it comes to him.
can't sleep without him.
can't live without him.
can't sit without thinking about him.
we always sleep in the same position.
he puts his arm underneath me & rests it on my side.
i lay my head on his chest and put my arm across his stomach.
it's so peaceful.
it's the only way i can sleep.
last night i put an extra blanket on; cause i feel the cold like a motherfucker.
he got hot and said he had to turn away from me.
and stop holding me.
what did i do?
i cried.
only a little; but he knew.
i couldn't help it.
he took something i love away from me.
something i need.
i'd be the craziest drug addict.
ever.
he put his arm back around me.
i slept like a baby.

another thing.
ugh.
we've been to the movies as a couple twice.
and everytime.
something fucked up happens.
i don't want to repeat the second time.
important people know what happened.

the first time.
was Star Trek ( *fangasm @ thought of Spock* )
i met him after tafe and we went to south bank.
it was cold & raining.
but we had dinner and sat and talked for a little while.
then we saw the movie.
and after christen wanted to go to a porno store.
to show me.
;facepalm.;
i said i didn't want to go because it was raining hard now.
he ignored me.
and made me walk across the bridge to the city in the rain.
it was freezing.
i was, to say the least, unimpressed.
i ended up getting sick, too.
:@:@:@:@

i think i'm going to avoid going to the movies with him.
oh, wait. i just remembered.
we saw the hangover at carindale cinemas.
no drama there.
southbank has bad juju.
D:

1 more thing: for the love of god remember the happy meal.

goodbye, teenage sex. hello, happy meal.

Fuck

you and your fucking 6 month anniversary.
and your stupid attitude.
and your fucking basketball.
and you.

i wanted to blog something nice.
you've made it impossible for me to do so.

fuck off.

And when you're gone; will they love you the same?

*Pauses music for ultimate concentration.*

Let me start off with: Dejan, I fixed my comments. <3

So; the other night I was laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't get to sleep. I was tired, but my eyes would not shut. ;frown.; It took me a while to realise that I couldn't fall asleep because I couldn't hear Christen. He was next to me; sleeping and usually I could hear his breathing (snoring T_T), but this time I couldn't. I didn't move or breathe for a moment; trying to catch any movement in his body to let me know he was okay.

Nothing.

And what did I do?

Nothing.

Why? Because I'd been down this road before and it was scary. I didn't want to do it again. I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the hysterics that were sure to burst out. I tried to will myself to go to sleep; assuring myself it was okay. My heart was racing and I was literally shaking. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed myself against him. He was warm. He was moving. He was breathing. A sigh of releif escaped my lips and half asleep; he rolled over and took me in his arms.

So close. I was so close to leaving him alone when I thought he was.. dead.

I'm only human, my dears. You can't judge me without experiencing.

After that ordeal; I still couldn't sleep but I wasn't tired anymore. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Life really is short. Am I afraid of dying? I don't know. The only thing I know is that I'll die before a lot of people. Can't be helped because I won't let someone help me. I choose to ignore everything and live life normally as if I were going to live forever.

I've spoken about mine and Christen's future because, yes I do see myself having a future with him. I want to do everything as soon as possible because time is slipping. I'm not sure he understands it all yet. I don't want to force him, either. I'll just wait and enjoy our time together.

Who knows? Doctors could be wrong.

Goodbye, worry. Hello, reassurance.

Mourning for morning.

Ugh; woke up early only to find I got my timezones mixed up and didn't have to wake up for a while. Oh well; I had breakfast with Christen. Jumped onto Gaia; GD and read a few topics.

Uhn; Michael Jackson dead? GD isn't the most reliable source considering it's full of teenage weeaboos and wannabe trolls, so I googled and sure enough it was true. A legend passed away. If we ignore all the crazy and immoral things he did; Michael Jackson was amazing be it only for his music. I find the last few years of his life to be quite saddening. Shunned by people of society, stalked and ridiculed by the media, going bankrupt etc'. We took him for granted; thinking that maybe when the heat dies down he can sing for us once more.

There will be no final show for Michael. He's gone and he left on bad terms.


Another legend died today; Farrah Fawcet, though I didn't have to go on GD to find this one out. I'd been following her story closely. The bravery she showed whilst battling cancer. The woman is an inspiration as well as a sex icon. Luckily for her she left on more pleasant terms.

With so many people dying lately I can't help but wonder if I'm wasting my time. I'm trying to get things together; but I'm a small person, I need help. Everything is weighing down on me. I'm too weak to push it away. Someone take me by the waist and lift me up?

Oh, wait.

Goodbye, weight. Hello, Christen.

Ignore that last blog.

Mm. This afternoon at approximately 5:07 PM I heard Christen come through the door. I was tidying up and so I just continued what I was doing until he came in the door and sat down; at which point I would usually ask him how his day was etc'. However; when he threw the door open and I turned to ask what was wrong; I was pulled into his arms and kissed like I'd never been kissed before (except for the first time we kissed when we were cheating). I broke for air; I didn't want to suffocate and I asked what was wrong. "I missed you so much today." He said. I stuttered; mouth wide. He'd never acted like this before. My first instinct was something was wrong and he was buttering me up before he told me what.
"What did you do?" I asked and he shook his head. "Nothing. I wasn't finished with you." And I was kissed again with the same intensity as before.
Perhaps my previous entry was false. He's still attracted to me. I was just being paranoid and selfish. He's been working hard lately; the poor dear. I'm proud of him. He's growing and getting so much better at everything he wants to be good at.

I love him.

This is a short blog; but I thought I should give him the reputation he deserves.

Speak of the devil and he shalt call.
Goodnight, loves. Hello; tomorrow.

don't tell me we're becoming one of /those/ couples.

So; it was Origin game 2 last night.
Sadly; NSW lost. I've now decided to go with QLD to avoid further embarrassment.
Anywho. Christen's parents weren't home; we had the house to ourselves which doesn't happen very often during the week. With no one to tell us to be quiet (close friends will have heard this story~); I figured yahoo let's go crazy.
Sadly, it didn't happen. He was 'too tired'. I remember before that regardless of the time if I showed a bit of cleavage; he attacked me. Not literally, mind you. It was great and we both fell back onto the bed panting and laughing and then cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms. It was bliss. Now it seems that sex is just a chore; to him, at least. Something he wants to' get over and done with'.
I lay awake while he snored next to me and played Tetris; really sad, I know. And I couldn't help but think he wasn't sexually attracted to me anymore. Perhaps all the times we'd.. 'made love' had just become repetitive and he was bored. I always tried new things for him because I wanted him to be happy and whether we like to admit it or not; once you've experienced it with that person; sex is a big part of relationship.
I don't want something like that to break us apart. I'm not a whore. It's not the orgasm I care about ( though it is a bonus ;) ). It's the intamacy. I love being that close to him. Despite the fact that he towers over me and makes me feel tiny; I feel safe. His guard is let down and he's so.. perfect and peaceful.
While it was awkward at first; we were knew to this and were still exploring. Both of us had only had sex with one other person. I was still sore and he was so worried about hurting me that we ended up stopping before either of us climaxed. We laughed after because we didn't care. We were together and we're happy.
Now; I find it hard to even get a passionate kiss out of him; let alone the home run. I miss that intamacy. I miss the closeness. I miss feeling safe. I miss seeing his perfection to its full extent.

I don't want us to become one of those couples that believe sex is a chore and become bitter and hateful.

twinkle, twinkle; little whore.

Before I begin; yes I am a hypocrite. Deal with it or get out.

There's this girl; Brittany and I don't even have to bother changing her name. She's too busy stripping ( and not smart enough ) to find this. She's been friends with Christen since he became friends with her brother (Glen). He and the rest of the champions ( - Glen since that would be morally wrong and frowned upon ) were.. obsessed with this girl and she was the reason behind their many restless nights and tossings.

Christen crushed on her bad. She lead him on, too; the filthy whore. Let him kiss her and feel her up with no intentions of getting with him in a relationship. But, whatever; I wasn't a major part of his life then. What he did with her in the past means nothing to me. Just like what I did with guys in the past means nothing to him. We're together now. That's all we care about.

Anywhowazza; a few weeks ago she called him and was all on his dick and when he ended the conversation she told him she loves him. ._.; He was like. "Umm.." And she quickly said; "as a friend." After that she called during the day and asked if she could stay over and when Christen said I was here she said don't worry about it; she didn't want me interupting. ... Interupting what, exactly? I had a bit of a bitch at Christen; I took it out on him because she wasn't there for me to smack.

Oh and I also saw her in the bank. And she was like.
"OMG R U SARA?!?!!?"
"Yeah, I am."
"I'm Brittany."
"I've heard."
And turned away. No way in hell I was going to be friendly with her. *eye roll*.

Back onto the topic at hand. I know I can't really say anything against her; considering I cheated on Andrew and Christen cheated on Jess. But; it's different. We're fated to be together eternally. He broke up with his first girlfriend; for me. And then Jess; for me. It was a continuous cycle. One I had to break to stop us making fools of ourselves.

She doesn't love him, though. She's not interested in a relationship. She just wants a fuck. Wants and reasons that do not justify trying to take him from me.

Just a warning to any other females that try to take away something I love;
You can tempt a man into lust; but I can bring him back with love.

So sick of slutty girls/women, these days.
But that's another day.

Goodbye, loves. Hello, tomorrow.

Sara's Life: Cast List.

To clear a few things out. People I blog about will be put here so you know who they are.~

• Christen: The boyfriend & eternal love.
• Maritsa: The adoptive mother.
• Chris: The father who is blind but can see money.
• Jono, Jarrod & Glen: The friends & champions.
• Sladjana: The child & sister.
• Dejan: The little tramp & good friend.
• Andrew: The asshole that took away my innocence.
  

* Please note the names & titles are subject to change.

SICK REMICK.

Ahahaha.
Sick remick, Christen.

Edit: I'm just messing with you.
I love you.
<3