when i was little i dreamt of being a ballerina. i dreamt i would cruise through highschool and go to uni, and meet a boy, have a big white wedding, have kids, a picket fenced house in the suburbs. live the good life. live the simple life. live the stereotype. but thats not me. thats no longer what i consider to be the good life. i didnt want to be a ballerina any more. i struggled for a little bit in school. im not going to uni. i learnt that relationships take more then hope. i learnt to take things as they come. i want to be successful. i want the good things as well as the bad. i want the cloudy skys and rainy days. i want the colour and the music and the art. i want the friends. i want the anger. i want the loss. i want the gain. i want the struggle. i dont want the stereotype. i want the REAL LIFE. with the REAL PEOPLE.
im really starting to think, what ever happened to sincerity, diversity and self respect?
ive noticed how many of the people i meet look like someone i already know. this city is full of clones.
i try not to be judgemental. but with the way people act these days im starting to find it hard.
i work. yet i never seem to be able to hold on to money.
i am comfortable with my messy room.yet ill try and clean if you come over.
i enjoy the smell of rain.but i hate the way it makes my hair go curly in a bad way.
i read everyday. and i love the way it puts me to sleep.
