such small hands.
Sarah. Nineteen. Mother.
I drink too much coffee and never eat. Or sleep for that matter. Sex is pretty much always on my mind. I would give anything to live in New York. I care too much about little things and people terrify me. I complain about having feelings far too often and I don't like when people ignore me. I'm not unique or quirky or interesting. I make a lot of mistakes and am always nervous about something. I listen to Say Anything constantly.
