Monday, July 26, 2010


People think they can tell me what to do. How to dress. What to look like. What I should look like. What kind of job I should get. When to get my drivers permit. When to dream the impossible or not, and drop down to reality once more. When they can finally read my story.
But here's the thing: They can't. Only I can.
"Tell my mother, tell my father, I did the best I can to make them realize this is my life; I hope they understand."
I need to move at my own pace, at my own clockwork. But that doesn't mean I don't love you. It's just that you're putting me under so much pressure, and you don't even realize it. Let me open each door in my life at the time that's right not for you, but for me.
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
-Emily Dickinson


  1. I love that song! I agree with this sooooo mych! (: X's and O's, Hannah. <3

  2. I know what you mean, I could relate a lot. Just do what YOU want to do Jade. Don't let anyone stop you. And if they do, just kick them in the place NO ONE wants to be kicked =) haha. Lots of endless love <3

  3. xoxo, Hannah- i know, that song's amazing:)

    Talia- ha ha, ur right! nobody wants that to happen to them

  4. Once again, I feel like we're the exact same person. If you push through all those voices and hear your own, the others seem to fade.