Welovejuliana

I know my parents are trying their best, and I know they love me and want the best for me. I've heard it a hundred times. But seriously, why cant they let me have a little freedom ? I never get to do anything, go anywhere, be anyone. All because they wont let me. Dont they know I need to try stuff for myself, make my own mistakes ? A little bit of freddom is all I need and want. Its not like Im gonna come home wasted after some party with pink hair and a tattoo. But they wouldnt know that because they would never let me do anything. sometimes they go to far. I cant wait to get out of here.

Sometimes we get a glimmer of hope. We think there really is a silver lining on that cloud, like everything will be all right, and if we take a deep breath we can keep going. But the glimmer fades, and as we get closer we realise that what we thought was silver is just grey. Dark hopeless grey. Everything wont be okay, and no matter how deep the breath the air never reaches our lungs. Everyone has there bad days, but it seems I never had my good ones. Things seem to be going fine, my past behind me. Then one random thought, or action.. Even by someone else triggers a memory, thought or fear and throws me back in the deep end. The past is the

Why does image mean so much? I wish I wasnt, but im caught up in it. The way everyone acts and gossips,spends hours in mirrors. Its not me. But I care what people think. Too much. I dont care what I look like, but I care a lot about what people think of me. I act like I dont, like I dont care what people think. And in someways I dont, But in lots of ways its important to me. People gossip about you, how you act, And who you hang out with. Why do the 'popular' people get to have the ability to ruin the not so popular peoples lives? Why does it matter on the popularity status of your friends. I used to be ashamed of who I hung out with.. Made