31st Dec 2009
Thursday // 2pm // 2 years ago
Happy New Year
I literally can’t believe that were about to say goodbye to 2009. Who threw the clock out the window? It doesn’t feel like its been 365 days. Anyways this year has been life changing, I know who loves me for who I am, I know who my true friends are and I know that my family will always have my back. I can remember this time last year so clearly, I can’t explain it but Its so different in many different ways. Im exited for 2010. A new start. Everyone makes mistakes so Im not going to try and have a perfect year. I remember last year I cried at New Years because I didn’t want 2008 to be over. This year im probably going to cry again. Most likely happy tears, but also tears of fear of what 2010 holds for me. I wish the best to you all for 2010. As of tomorrow I won’t be online as much. So everyone reading this, have a happy 2010.
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danceintherain posted this
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.
