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Where has humanity lost common sense?. When I don't get a cleaning job just because I don't have full drivers licence, I just don't know what to think anymore.
Today I up with one of my friends from when I used to live here. I told her all about how life is like in England, for a girl her age. Shes 10.
Ur never given more than u can handle...it's just that sometymes u have 2 b tore down & broken 2 truly rise again & find ur greatness...I embrace the pain I've endured & the struggle I've faced...4 I...
I suddenly feel unimportant, lost and alone. The excitement of a big event has gone, now just trepidation about the next phase of life. There is no talking, just elephants in the room.
"What's love and where is it?" I ask myself.
I will never judge a person again. You only know why someone chose that choice when you're in the same situation as they once were..
I'm ready for long snoods, wooly cardigans and my favourite sweater that i haven't been able to wear for the past 7 weeks.
It's exactly a year since I first met my Dad today..
WARNING: this is me venting,i need to vent some one and none of my friends are available and are tired of hearing about the particular subject because they think I should just get over it and don't...
"When you want to succeed a bad as you want to breathe, that's when you will be successful" and damn, do I want to succeed. BAD..
my fave song: our house by madness fave singer : carrie underwood fave band: rolling stones (im old school and into drums and pop country rock country and rock pop.
I'm wild I'm not predictable I'm crazy you never know what I'll do next I'm interesting I'm intimidating you wish you were me or even knew me everyone fears me no one knows the real me I keep my...
I want to rip someone's heart out and not feel bad about it. I want guys to swoon over me as I step on their hearts in my black stilettos. I want to blow depression from my lips to them.
I want to have sex I want to chop my hair off I want a tattoo.
there's nothing i did it I smoked I smoked it wasn't pot it was fake the high wasn't great I was just mellow I'm over the guy now well I can't tell if it was from the high or from my mind I...
I think that out of all the things people have said to me in the past that annoy me the most, it’s this: You’re too hard on yourself.
Head is spinning. I don't know what is winning, good or bad, Tears are streaming, I let them dry.. *exhales...* I feel slightly more happy, like something of the worries have been cried out.
For all my followers I apologize , I know I have not been at all writing or posting anything and there's a reason for it...
I don't care how long I have to put a smile on my face. I will never let you know that you broke me..
Don't you find it ironic how fake people are?.
The month of July was a hot month. But the hot weathered shared it's self with wet thunder showers. I spent this month with you. You brought out the best in me. You made me happy.
My piano is a refuge in which only I conceal a key. It's a honky tonk or an opera house. A blues single or a rock ballad. Somewhere I can go and find peace and comfort in a place of harmony.
Jokes on me for thinking I could ever be good enough. Jokes on me for trusting people I should have never ever trusted. Jokes on me for thinking you cared about me.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?. Those four words have been yelled at me far to many times. I get it I make mistakes. But who are you to judge. EVERYONE makes mistakes. Nothing is wrong with me.