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Hey there! My name is Mikaela...well, not technically. It's actually Micheala, but since both my dad and I hate the spelling he's allowing me to change it soon:) I'm almost fourteen and I'm going into eighth grade this coming school year. I've always been considered strange and am often overlooked in my group of friends, except for the occasional observation that I'm quiet and strange. This year I'm starting over though, new school, new place, living with my dad instead of my mom. Everything that I've gone through in the past few years have shaped who I am. It's made me not want to be the fake, back-stabbing, wanna-be's that so many people my age are. I'm different, I'll always try to be real as possible to you and as kind as possible at the same time, and I'm quiet because I'd rather watch and listen not because I'm shy. I've learned you get farther in silence in most situations than you do when you just keep talking. Love me or leave me or rip me apart. This is the voice I was given and if you don't like it take a long walk off the shortest pier you can find. Even though I try to be kind when I tell you my opinion, if you don't respect me, I won't respect you. I can be blunt, and I don't have much tolerance for bullshit and lies. I'm sick of people ignoring what I say or waving it off. Listen to what I say and I'll probably help out a lot with whatever moronic thing you're trying to figure out. I will hold the past over your head. I'll speak my mind whenever I feel slighted. I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge. Take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you. I've learned to appreciate what I've got. If you disrespect something I've lost, I will make sure you know. The people around me don't decide who I am, nor does my past. No matter what anyone says, one day, I will make a difference. I will make it to the top, not for the money, just because it's my dream. No one can tear me down. Music, reading, and writing are the most important, inspiring aspects of my life. They make me feel as if I'm not alone and people do understand. I can get sick of people, of places, but I can never get sick of music, or writing, or reading. They keep me up and running, full speed ahead. Life has taught me to rely on myself. I'm just a fourteen year old kid right now. Life is going to suck and there is not much I can do about it. But one day, I will BE somebody. I will make some kid's life suck a little less and give them someone to look up to, Right now though, I can only wait. One day, I aspire to be either a writer, an editor, or someone in the music business. Whether that means I'm a recorder of an actual musician, doesn't matter. Basically, I just want to do something in the writing or music business because they've kept me going and I want to be a part of that. I know I'm not easy to understand. I know I keep a lot inside, and I know I'm not the easiest person to read, but that's okay. Cause even though there's a lot about me you'll never know, there's a hell a lot more of me you can learn to love.
Music Is My Medicine, Let the Rhythm Pound
Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Typi non habent claritatem insitam; est usus legentis in iis qui facit eorum claritatem. Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum.