Just your average everyday girl. So many thoughts in my head that needs to be written. Dance is my form of expressing things that can't be said. Reblogs things that make me laugh and smile. I don't need to look like everyone else, I have my own style.
I am Michelle.
19.College life. Hello kitty. Shoe head. Dancer. Bgirl. Piano. Poetry. Music. F.Y.F.G Gang/ Fam '12
Love me. Hate me. Deal with it.
Love these with him :)
I don’t mind giving. Especially when I’m giving to you. But what really gets to me is when I want something, I have to ask for it, and I never usually get it. I don’t ask you to buy me expensive things or take me out all the time. But yet you choose not to give me anything. Sometimes it seems like you don’t have a heart anymore, because anything given from you doesn’t come from the heart… It comes from obligation. It’s like when you give something to me, you HAVE to give it instead of wanting to. I just hate being able to give you everything, always being left with absolutely nothing.
Thank you, really. I look back to when I thought I was in love with you. When I thought you meant the world to me. But when I look at you now, I see who you truly are. You’re still a boy. A boy who can’t hold onto a relationship. A boy who seems destined to become an alcoholic. A boy who ultimately has no respect for a woman and her body. And a boy who has no drive, no ambition, and no desire for a better education. Despite your age, I cannot consider you a man because of your lack of maturity. And if you didn’t break my heart back then, I fear I would have been going nowhere with you. At least I’ll have the memories of who I thought you were. Because if I knew who you truly were back then, I would have hated you. But now, I realized it’s for the best. Because now I no longer know you.
I believe in family. There are people who basically become family. But because of the sh*t I’ve gone through, and the people I’ve come across, I don’t believe in friendship anymore. I always try to be there for my “friends” whenever they’re sad or going through bad things. But when everything’s okay with them, they completely forget about me; only wanting me when they need something. I’m tired of that. One thing’s for sure: Friends come and go, but family is forever.