There's a few things about my blog that you should know.
I go by Hopeless Romantic for many reasons, but I guess one of them would be to protect the innocent. I'm not afraid to say what I think, so that also might be another reason. Haha. So, if some person I know irl were to come here and read every single one of my entries, they probably wouldn't know it was me. That's also why I make nicknames up for people I blog about.
I'm probably a lot more different than what most people would expect someone my age to be. Sure, I love clothes and make up and I'm a huge sucker for boybands.
But, I've been told that I have an old soul (Google it). Who knows? Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But please, take me seriously. That is all I ask. I'm a girl who's never been in a relationship before, so I don't throw the word 'love' around like a hot potato.
But I'm bound to have many crushes on the way, so, please enjoy reading about my roller coaster of a life.

Name : Sarah

I'm black, age 23.

Waist length hair, baby face, social anxiety.

Likes: Daydreaming, writing, reading, learning, fashion, eating, movies, all kinds of music, the color pink, kpop/jpop, kdramas/jdramas, the hollow heart emoticon, things that are cute, making people laugh, comic books.

Hates: Spiders, clubbing and or partying, really hot weather, close minded people, bigots, extreme sports.

contact:

email : here.
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F.A.Q.

"Where are you from?"
The United States, in the western region of the country. I used to say 'mid-west', but just so you know, I didn't actually know what it meant, and I was using it wrong. Haha.

"Who do you think you are?"
Someone who's scared of everything and who hasn't completely figured out how to live yet.

"If you're so afraid of love, why are you so obsessed with it?"
I still haven't figured that out. But aren't we all?

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Next? Next? Next?

Next? Next? Next? Next?

Next? Next? Next? Next?

SOS. SOS. SOS.

I don't know if it's my sleeping pill I just took, or the weariness and restlessness I feel from thinking about all of this for months...

...but. Internet. I think I'm finally willing to take the biggest risk I've ever taken in my whole life.

I'm asking you guys out there, any of you that still read my blog: should I send it?

Should I send the letter?

Should I risk humiliation, vulnerability, a loss of pride and security and years of carefulness and send this letter to Ricky Bobby?

I've never ever ever taken a risk like this before, not with anybody. But I want closure so bad I could cry. After 7 whole years, I want so badly to move on. To get all of this out of me so I can move on with my life. Finally.

Even if he laughs in my face. Even if he shows the world how clingy and desperate and obsessive I look. I have to move on. Somehow. And this may be the only way I can.

Internet. Should I do it? Give me an answer. Please. Any answer. Help me decide if I should or if I'm being totally theatrical and insane like I can be some times.

Be honest with me. Please. Should I do it?

Help.

xo Hopeless Romantic

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