I’m Sara Marie Larson, I’m 16 and a junior at boylan and i’m living life, young wild and free. I’m single & forever alone. No one understands me. I play basketball, its my escape from the world. I try to be the happiest person i can be but when things don’t go right its a struggle between a fake smile and laughter. I admit i talk a lot, and i can be pretty loud. My friends mean everything to me. I’ve been judged many times in my life. People judge my looks, i know im not ugly but i’m not beautiful. I’m the type of person who anyone can come to, no matter how close we are i always have shoulder for you to lean on. A lot of people at my school have never really given me a chance. I feel like people instantly judged me and from then on we have no hope of being friends. But hey, that’s their loss. I love smiling. It makes things better no matter what. I’ve been forgotten and back stabbed many times in my life. People always replace me with someone funnier, prettier and just better. Most of the time i don’t give myself enough credit but it’s getting better (: I was diagnosed with stage 3 insomnia this past summer. It’s really given me time to think about everything. I’m grateful for so many things in my life. My parents give me everything i need to live and more. They treat me like i don’t have feelings and they are the biggest hypocrites but they gave me life so its whatever. I’ve always had someone there for me even when i felt like there was no one. I’m defiantly a broken person, due to the things people have put me through in my life. My past has made me not bitter but think before i trust someone. Country music writes the story of my life. Love songs make me cry. I’m sensitive i’ll admit it, but my past had made me so much stronger. I don’t need anyone who doesn’t need me. I do not let anyone walk all over me because i know i’m stronger then that. People think i’m weird, different, ugly..whatever. To be honest, yeah it sucks but i really don’t care. I was made in the image and likeness of God and that is enough for me. Everyone is beautiful in their own simple way. I make mistakes, yeah we all do, everyone deserves a second chance. I say lots of things i don’t mean and i have regrets. I’m looking for love, still haven’t found anything near it but i’m still young. I’m jealous of all those pretty little sticks that have the “perfect” relationships but then again, one day i know i’ll find someone. I have a lot of hope. I dream more then anyone you may know and i pray for things. I’m just a typical teenage girl. My body isn’t perfect. I don’t walk with confidence. I get into fights with my parents and friends. Some nights I’d rather be by myself then out partying. I cry over the smallest things sometimes. There are days that I get through with forced smiles and faked laughs. Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they’re not. I don’t look as good in real life as I do in pictures. There are nights that I cry myself to sleep. I constantly think that I’m not good enough. I’m imperfect, but I’m perfectly me.