Okay. I have a few NEW words to say before this page continues. I will not be writing Jonas Brothers Fan Fiction anymore due to the reaction that people are having. They are taking criticism to the very extremes and going as far as breaking into MY account, and cussing out some people that are only trying to help me. This makes me extremely embarrassed and, I don't know about most people, but I care that people know that I'm not a bad person. I don't try to be bad, at least. Sometimes I have my moments but I never mean to. I don't usually cuss ANYONE out. I feel the need is only for severe physical pain moments. I have been raised that cursing is a sign of stupidity that you cannot think of another word in your vocabulary to substitute those silly remarks. Please, everyone that was emailed in the past few months by me, let me know what I said or did and whether or not it offended you. I don't mean to hurt people but if this happens again, then I will feel very...sad (for lack of more intelligent words). Thank you again for listening to my little problems that I have decided to share with people and please feel free to send me a message with any complaints or questions that you may have.

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So I’m supposed to tell you about myself and I’ve tried to write something fancy, and I’m just not that fancy, so here I go.

The non-fancy me.

I’ve been writing songs and stories for as long as I can remember. Some of them make me happy and some of them don't, but all of them come because I can’t imagine what else to do with my head and the things that are in it besides write songs. Songs, stories, and some pretty bad poetry. But mostly just songs.

Songwriting is the most sacred thing in my life. It’s how I process my world. For now, it’s usually me and my piano, my lousy grammar, and some emotion that makes me feel like I’m bursting at the seams. And it’s the best feeling in the world. Songs chronicle my life, my relationships, my basket-case-ness, and my utter devotion to trying to write honest stuff down and share it however naïve it may be. It sounds cliché, but that little voice is sometimes the only voice that’s speaking the truth. I think that’s pretty cool. (except when the little voice and I get into arguments...and the voice wins :()

I'm a girl and I like old-fashioned or classical things. I play piano and guitar and I don't believe that playing drums is too hard. I was born in Sacramento, CA, grew up in Gaston, Oregon and matured in Sisters, OR. Since hardly anyone knows where that is, I’ll tell you. It’s pretty much as central as you get in Oregon. Between Redmond, and Bend and in the middle of absolutely nowhere (That's Oregon baby.) I live on several acres of dirt and grass, and spend most of my time in outside or under the stars developing a delightfully overactive imagination that I’m pretty proud to say I’ve managed to salvage.

I sang in middle school choir and got sick of the different languages that I didn't understand, did community musical theater and played volleyball, I ride horses and had my heart broken a few times. I was borderline normal. I am incredibly lucky. I see my dad in Sacramento (well now it's actually Kyburz), and realize every time that the world is bigger than my hometown. Way, way bigger, come to find out.

My favorite subject in school(subjects) are Global Studies, English and Biology-Oh heck, I like it all...the friends, drama and the learning. When I'm not studying in school, I secretly study the world around me. I feel stupid and wonderful and small and liberated and exhilarated and I constantly feel the need to write it all down. So I do. And then I start creating the imaginative world of the non-existent.

I have the best friends imaginable, they mean the world to me and they help me to rediscover what “family” means. I fell on my butt more than once and I continue to do so, but my friends are always there to pick me up when I need them. It sounds funny, but my biggest fear is that I'm not perfect. I'm a perfectionist, and I get upset when things go wrong or when I don't do well. I've learned to loosen up and be myself around strangers. And here we are. I realize this is incredibly self-indulgent, but it all feels important to me, and I’m a terrible editor. So, thanks for coming, Thanks for listening, and thanks for giving me the time of day. I really, really truly appreciate it.

Love and peace,

Sara

Friends are there to pick you up when you fall down. BEST FRIENDS are the ones who pushed you down in the first place.

Think about that. Once you really find a Best Friend. You will know exactly what I'm talking about.