Who I Would Like To Be

I always wanted to be that interesting girl. The girl who had a special talent, like writing or drawing, or the girl who always had the best clothes that would stand out a mile away, or who had a stunning smile that made boy’s hearts melt. I always wanted spectacular eyes that were hazel or brown or green. I always wanted interesting hair, bright red with perfect curls, or perfect blonde hair that fell down to my waist. I always wanted to be that kind of girl who could start a conversation and keep anyone listening. Who was the first to make friends and never had a problem being charming. I wanted to be the kind of girl who was amazing at dance or could kick a soccer ball like no other. I just want to be a somebody … At piedmont i felt like that for once in my life, i felt like people wanted to talk to me, and when i looked in the mirror i saw something gorgeous, i felt like i had plenty of friends, i could be myself, i could walk down the hallways singing at the top of my lungs, and people would just smile at me… i might not of had a special talent or looked very different, but i felt at home and i felt like i was myself. Since getting to florida i feel like i’ve lost myself…. all i do is just sit there quietly or talk about boring things and talk about other people. I was never the girl to talk about other people, but now suddenly im with a group of “friends” and all we do is talk about blahblahs shoes, or talk about how its so hot and we’re so bored. WHAT HAPPENED TO US TALKING ABOUT OR DREAMS? What happened to me and alexis talking about all the things we would do when we grew up? To us dancing crazily, and us laughing all the time? To crying for each other, crying for each others past present and future, what happened to me saying exactly what i thought, and doing whatever i thought? What happened to me having so much self confidence and knowing exactly who i am, to this? Why am i in this place where you have to fit the perfect mold, and being a little weird is wrong, and wanting to read is something that nobody does? All i know is i want out of here, but im stuck, because my mother wants to keep me here.

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Who I Would Like To Be

I always wanted to be that interesting girl. The girl who had a special talent, like writing or drawing, or the girl who always had the best clothes that would stand out a mile away, or who had a stunning smile that made boy’s hearts melt. I always wanted spectacular eyes that were hazel or brown or green. I always wanted interesting hair, bright red with perfect curls, or perfect blonde hair that fell down to my waist. I always wanted to be that kind of girl who could start a conversation and keep anyone listening. Who was the first to make friends and never had a problem being charming. I wanted to be the kind of girl who was amazing at dance or could kick a soccer ball like no other. I just want to be a somebody … At piedmont i felt like that for once in my life, i felt like people wanted to talk to me, and when i looked in the mirror i saw something gorgeous, i felt like i had plenty of friends, i could be myself, i could walk down the hallways singing at the top of my lungs, and people would just smile at me… i might not of had a special talent or looked very different, but i felt at home and i felt like i was myself. Since getting to florida i feel like i’ve lost myself…. all i do is just sit there quietly or talk about boring things and talk about other people. I was never the girl to talk about other people, but now suddenly im with a group of “friends” and all we do is talk about blahblahs shoes, or talk about how its so hot and we’re so bored. WHAT HAPPENED TO US TALKING ABOUT OR DREAMS? What happened to me and alexis talking about all the things we would do when we grew up? To us dancing crazily, and us laughing all the time? To crying for each other, crying for each others past present and future, what happened to me saying exactly what i thought, and doing whatever i thought? What happened to me having so much self confidence and knowing exactly who i am, to this? Why am i in this place where you have to fit the perfect mold, and being a little weird is wrong, and wanting to read is something that nobody does? All i know is i want out of here, but im stuck, because my mother wants to keep me here.

First 8.

ovari3s:

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Reblog. Must reach. All promoed. Must be following me. 

(Source: r4men-noodles)