I want to be a writer, I don’t want to do hair. I want to be a poet, a songwriter. I am not a people pleaser. I can’t get words out with my mouth, I suck at talking to people regularly. Everybody else is so good at communicating. I don’t want to lose my dreams, my music is everything I have, and yet I feel as though nobody hears it ever.
Tumblr is the only place I feel sane enough to write what I’m actually thinking as I’m thinking it and posting it before editing it for the masses. Why? Because probably 4 people I have known in real life follow me on this site and everybody else doesn’t care, follows me for the fashion, and has never actually known me.
I’m a dirty girl. I’m not perfect and pure anymore, and I think it’s time I wrote about it.
I believe that if I was skinnier and more fit, I could do more. I also believe that as soon as my hair is long enough I’ll be appealing again. I’ve also never felt so sexy in my entire life.
Perhaps I need to move away, block out all of the older people who are too pretentious and stop giving a shit again.
I’m your typical middle child. I’m so hungry for fame.
I wish I wasn’t so fearful of what other people think! When did I become so aware and cautious about my art?
I don’t want to get my life together! I want to stay in my unitard forever.