CRAZY is my middle name

I am crazy, I have been for all the years of my life. But I can never remember being as crazy as I am right now. I feel like every emotion that I have is being pulled to it's limit. I don't know how to feel or what I should feel. I don't know how much more of it I can take. I am being pushed and pushed and pushed until I feel like I am about to fall off the edge and go completely mental! I have had such a hard time with this as it is and it hurts me even more when others play down my situation. They treat it as if it doesn't matter and what I am going through is nothing. I will tell you right now that it is something. (A something with must remain nameless at this time)

What is making me the most crazy is the fact that there is nothing I can do about it. It all depends on one person. One person who has know idea that it depends on them.

Insane

I am going insane...

Let me just say that I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. I don't need everyone and their grandmother telling me what I should do about something I don't intend on changing my mind about. To be frank I think that those people should mind their own business and leave me to mine. I have been doing things and going to places by myself since I have moved here, and I never had a problem with it. Because I have been going to these places I have met people and have made new friends. I don't understand why these people can't do the same. It really doesn't make any sense to me. Well I have come to the conclusion that they are just going to do what I did and then get over it. :)

Sunshine

It was the Sun you loved all along, but you were deceived by the passing clouds

Beautiful Disasters always come in the form of a Hurricane. The warmth of the rain and the beauty of the wind cause the most destruction. But because it is beautiful you disregard its flaws. Because it is beautiful you overlook its disadvantages. You stand out I the rain and wind with your arms out stretched, waiting for a welcome embrace. You forget about the “Disaster” part of the “Beautiful Disaster”. And then it hits you, as your house is torn apart and your family scatters, as that warm rain floods your soul and that beautiful wind topples the trees across your heart. As you’re on the ground crying for the Sunshine, you realize it is the Sunshine that was always Beautiful and never a Disaster. It is the Sunshine that fills your heart with joy and warms your soul with its smiles. The Hurricane passes and you will never again look back at it. You welcome the Sunshine as it spills out from the clouds and onto your happy face. What a glorious day. The warmth of the Sun and the beauty of its Light cause the most happiness.


September 19, 2007

Sarah Schnobrich



I can't wait for my Sunshine to come home!!!

I like Tim Burton Movies!

These past couple of years I have really been finding myself and what I like and don't like, and just who I am. It was kind of hard when I was younger because my mom was very opinionated and would push her opinions off on to me. In a way she kind of made me do what she wanted me to do, think what she wanted me to think, like the thing that she likes. Now that I am older she has backed off and I can be who I want to be. For just an example I have come to find out that I like Tim Burton movies. My mom doesn't like Tim Burton, therefore none of his movies where watched in the house. So we were never exposed to them.
Now don't get me wrong, my mom is not a bad person I love her to death. I just wish she would have let me make my own decisions when I was younger.