20th Nov 2009
Friday // 5pm // 2 years ago
he said sorry
I can’t say what for and I can’t say who but he said sorry and it just melted my heart. I thought it was really sweet, maybe just because I wasn’t expecting it. We hugged and we made a deal ( again I can’t say what ) but anyways his hug was nice. I guess it wasn’t quite a real hug I didn’t use both arms it was like a side on hug but sweet. Im so glad I got to see him before I left. Now I have to wait some time before I see him again. Oh well he is only a phone call away.
I know I'm famous, but it still means that I am a walking person. I am in function. I have a face out there, and its the same face you see on TV only it's myself and who I am. I'm doing something while your doing something. Even if I'm resting or just sleeping. I'm out there. I'm not just a toy, that people like to play with. Tell things about me, that they think I can't feel or hear. But I'm not a toy. I don't want to be trashed in the end when it's old and worn out. Im human. Just like all of you. I am my own person. It's like i'm that puppet with strings. The media controls the strings and make me do stuff I'd never would've wanted to do. If you would all just leave me alone at times... Talk about me when I get the Nobel prize. Talk about me when I help out. Talk about me when I have achieved something. Talk about me when I did something good. Talk about me when I'm happy. Talk about me when I'm successful. But don't talk about me when I just broke up with my boyfriend. Don't talk about me when I just got cut of a show Don't talk about me when I am miserable. Don't talk about me when I'm trying on clothes in stores like a normal person. Don't talk about me when my life just went down the toilet. Don't talk about me when I said something that could be misunderstood. How come it's the bold information, they like to talk about? How come they only see the bad side of me? Why is me being hurt and thrashed more juicy than me being happy? If thats ALL you see in me, you should get a life.
