Ignoring fame was my rebellion, in a funny way. I was insistent on being normal and doing normal things. It probably wasn’t advisable to go to college in America and room with a complete stranger. And it probably wasn’t wise to share a bathroom with eight other people in a coed dorm. Looking back, that was crazy.
I think that telling people how you really feel, being who you truly are, being safe and taking care of yourself is the most important thing.
The only way for me not to have somebody know where I went the night before is if I didn’t go out at all. I’m trading. It depends on what mood I’m in. Some nights, I think, ‘You know what? I don’t care. I’m going to do what I want to do.’ Then the next day I think, ‘Ugh. Now everyone thinks I’m going out to get the attention.’ and I’m like, ‘No, actually, for a second, thought that maybe I could be like a normal person.’
uuh this again?? okay, fine.. just bc im bored :)
I don’t understand these girls who judge the others by the size of the hair or the level of femininity. We gotta be more than appearance.
I’m losing myself trying to compete with everyone else instead of just being me.
yeah, shes my best friend………. apparently im not a lucky girl
oh i think youre the only one who wants i check your blog but…. okay