i used to think i knew who i was but i feel like i’m losing more of myself everyday. I’m nineteen years old and i haven’t found the time to figure it all out yet. all i know is that i was made for art. i was made to be a writer and musician, i was made to say to say things that others might fear saying. i was made the defy all odds and all rules. i was made to make something of myself. i only hope that someday, i will be able to change someone’s life the way my favourite artists have changed mine. i want to make a difference, if not to the world then to just one person. i have fought all of my life to be memorable, all i’ve ever wanted is the approval of others, but i’ve finally learned (for once in my life) that in order to be memorable, all i have to do is be myself. because i’m beautiful. and you’re beautiful. don’t ever forget that.

mibba used to be my home. i’ve been a user on the site since the summer of 2008 but it’s simply lost itself for me. all the friends i’ve made are gone and i’ve become a shadow in a place that used to be my light. it’s hard knowing that i’ve outgrown a place that helped me grow. but that’s the truth.

love. write. dance. laugh. smoke pot. chill out.




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