Biography of Sabastiana Pressler
Well, I was born in Indiana, raised by my grandparents and got to live in many different states across the u.s., we even live in mexico for a few years. I never got to know wnyone for longer than a year, so I am naturally socially awkward... I was always a strange kid and still am one: P I struggle with self image issues and find it very very hard to trust anyone. I have been hurt a few too many times in my short life. Ive hurt a few too many people... I have what you might call a low self esteem, and I push it on others. I do things i probably shouldnt. I'm self destructive. I have a disgustingly hopeful view of the future. I take pleasure in the small things in life, even though so many small things push me over the edge. Im quiet. I love writing, I love music, I love singing when no one is around. I also love animals. Im naive. I think really far into things, but not too far, I hope. I think before I act, even though it does often mean missing out on a lot in life. I was raised in a dysfunctional house and haven't a clue as how to be normal. Everybody calls me wierd, even wierdos: P
Sabastiana Pressler Poems
My Dreams With You
Days dipped in gold and honey, Shiny, sweet and as valuable money,
Long Distance Love Note
I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this for you: I never knew what wanting was,
so i am at the point where i feel like i need you which is also the point... i want to say f* you.
Just Wanted You To Know
Some memories are so sharp, They cut me like a blade, I wish they'd disapear, But they refuse to fade...
A waxy smile that never fades Her iye makeup in different shades Nurse, stewardess, cripple, news broadcaster In uniforms that'd make boys hearts beat faster
Face My Fears
I can hardly understand, All these things I feel, Am I just bored, Or is it really real?
What I Was
I was a poet, And a saint for you.... A concubine, Who thanked you...
I Want To Be
I want to be.... With you First thing in the morning, Last thing at night,
I don't know much, But one thing I do, Is every part of me, Never wants to lose you,
how i felt about you today: at 1am i loved you, at 2am you annoyed me,
please help me, im here all alone, ive never felt so ugly, please save me,
Silly Sad Thoughts
Silly sad thoughts on boring days, Seem to come to me always,
so i am at the point
where i feel like i need you
which is also the point...
i want to say f* you.
to be dependant
on anothers comfort
consolement and caring
makes me feel like dirt.
and im f*ing crazy