[public as the rest of 'em! ;)]
Death is my purpose. Death I understand intimately. People? Not so much. Forming connections with them even less. I know how to be an angel of death. It makes sense to me. I don't know how to be just Sarah. I don't know that I even know who she really is, or that anyone else ever will.
That makes me sad sometimes, but only sometimes, and not enough to reach out. I'm used to being alone and I don't expect anyone to have the energy to wait around.
Oh, and despite the rumors of my being a harlot after my one date with Carter and whatever he's said, nothing happened with him. I kicked him in the family jewels and called it a night.
I've never even kissed anybody.
I don't care if that's sad.
That makes me sad sometimes, but only sometimes, and not enough to reach out. I'm used to being alone and I don't expect anyone to have the energy to wait around.
Oh, and despite the rumors of my being a harlot after my one date with Carter and whatever he's said, nothing happened with him. I kicked him in the family jewels and called it a night.
I've never even kissed anybody.
I don't care if that's sad.