I do not know what to say anymore to my life.
I push people away because I do not want them to care about me. I want them to forget that I ever existed, so that they [and I] can move on with life. There is nothing that I can do for them, and there is nothing that they could do for me. You know what? I am tired of trying for other people, and I hate being the one people go to when they are in trouble with something. I can say that I only want my true friends caring about me.
I do not want anyone else to because they lie to me, and then they turn their backs on me when I need it the most.
I only want Roger, Julianne, Anika, Jay, Regina, Rob, Michael, and Zack to know what is going on with my life. No one else matters, and I do not care what you people think. Sure, I care for other people, but I do not want them to really care about me.
If you do care about me, speak up and tell me, I want to test you on how much you care.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
No Freedom
I have no personal freedom.
I am still considered a child with my parents. I hate it, I hate it all. Does it matter if I am still seventeen and I am doing adult things?
I do not do drugs.
I do not make the wrong choices.
I understand myself.
I know not to get into situations that will make me regret what I do.
I hang out with responsible adults.
I am not a kid anymore and they do not understand.
My parents are stuck up assholes.
I am still considered a child with my parents. I hate it, I hate it all. Does it matter if I am still seventeen and I am doing adult things?
I do not do drugs.
I do not make the wrong choices.
I understand myself.
I know not to get into situations that will make me regret what I do.
I hang out with responsible adults.
I am not a kid anymore and they do not understand.
My parents are stuck up assholes.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
It's Tragic..
The King of Pop... Dead?
He died young, at the age of 50. He still had a huge life ahead of him, and I am sad that he is going to miss a lot of it. I wonder what will happen in the future, when future generations decide not to listen to him. They will not know who he was, and the spirit of him would die away. I hope that is not going to be the case. When I have children, I am going to pass his music down to them. When they have kids, I want their kids to know who Michael Jackson was. When their children have children, I want them to know as well and so on. I want the spirit of MJ to live on.
The King of Pop will forever live in my heart, mind, and soul.
He has been through so much these past couple of years, but all I know is that I have been beside him to support him. I felt nothing against him when he did his wrongs, but a little disappointed. I NEVER left him as a fan, I NEVER said anything rude about him. I know friends who have, and if they say, "RIP MJ" I will not know what to think of them. They made fun of him, calling him a child molester, calling him names, calling him a bad father. You do not appreciate what he had done for the world in the past.
His music will live on.
He will live on in our memories.
We will miss him.
He was such a wonderful person.
And no musical artist could beat him.
August 29, 1958-June 25, 2009
May he rest in peace.
Love,
Yuna
He died young, at the age of 50. He still had a huge life ahead of him, and I am sad that he is going to miss a lot of it. I wonder what will happen in the future, when future generations decide not to listen to him. They will not know who he was, and the spirit of him would die away. I hope that is not going to be the case. When I have children, I am going to pass his music down to them. When they have kids, I want their kids to know who Michael Jackson was. When their children have children, I want them to know as well and so on. I want the spirit of MJ to live on.
The King of Pop will forever live in my heart, mind, and soul.
He has been through so much these past couple of years, but all I know is that I have been beside him to support him. I felt nothing against him when he did his wrongs, but a little disappointed. I NEVER left him as a fan, I NEVER said anything rude about him. I know friends who have, and if they say, "RIP MJ" I will not know what to think of them. They made fun of him, calling him a child molester, calling him names, calling him a bad father. You do not appreciate what he had done for the world in the past.
His music will live on.
He will live on in our memories.
We will miss him.
He was such a wonderful person.
And no musical artist could beat him.
August 29, 1958-June 25, 2009
May he rest in peace.
Love,
Yuna
The Years Went By...
I went down memory lane yesterday with my best friend beside me. I went to my old neighborhood on Salmon St, in phase four of military housing. Going down the road, I remembered everything, I remember the canyon that I used to adventure in with my friends of the past, Josh and Tyler Hall. I remembered getting stuck in the mud and Josh had to run up back to his house to get his father to get Tyler and I out. I thought I was going to be stuck in that mud forever, but then I was saved.
I also remember a girl on the street that I hated, I forgot her name, but she only lived five blocks down. She stole my Pokemon figures, as I recall, my Pikachu figures that I played with when I was small. I remember being in her room and seeing it there, then I told my mom. The only thing she could tell me was, "Let her have it, it is just a toy and you can get another one."
Looking back, I never got any new Pikachu figures.
I remember Jackie who lived next door, and I remember that she was such a beautiful person. She inspired me to do modeling, even if she was young at the age.
There was also a girl who lived across the street from me, I also cannot remember her name. I remember trading Pokemon cards with her, and having battles (I always won with my Charizard). Sadly, I made a horrible mistake and traded my Charizard to her. That was the greatest loss of my life. I never forgave her after that.
So many things happened on that street, I can keep telling stories, and I thought that I forgot my whole childhood until I went back to it.
My best friend and I drove down the streets where I walked to elementary school, and I remembered most that happened during school.
I had a best friend back then, Kenisha, I miss her. We were best friends, until she moved away and I lost in contact her. I do not know what happened, but we found each other again on Myspace, though we rarely talk now.
Kayla, she was such a fun girl to be with in the fifth grade. She always bounced off the walls, and made the best out of things. She does not remember me though, because I changed so much over the years. It does not matter to me, I am glad that she has become a beautiful young lady.
My first crush, Justin Donovan, I remember him with his small middle finger. A lot of girls in my class liked him, and I knew that I had no chance with him what so ever. Every girl in my fifth grade class were beautiful, and I was considered the dork with glasses and braids in my hair. Everyone accepted me though, no matter what I looked like. They looked for my fun and caring personality, not the girl from the outside.
Looking back, I remember a lot. I wish I was back in those days when nothing mattered. When I did not have to be an adult and make my own decisions, where I was care free. Boys did not matter, drama did not happen, it was just fun and games.
Now I am an adult and I do not know if I am ready or not to move on.
I am waiting.
I also remember a girl on the street that I hated, I forgot her name, but she only lived five blocks down. She stole my Pokemon figures, as I recall, my Pikachu figures that I played with when I was small. I remember being in her room and seeing it there, then I told my mom. The only thing she could tell me was, "Let her have it, it is just a toy and you can get another one."
Looking back, I never got any new Pikachu figures.
I remember Jackie who lived next door, and I remember that she was such a beautiful person. She inspired me to do modeling, even if she was young at the age.
There was also a girl who lived across the street from me, I also cannot remember her name. I remember trading Pokemon cards with her, and having battles (I always won with my Charizard). Sadly, I made a horrible mistake and traded my Charizard to her. That was the greatest loss of my life. I never forgave her after that.
So many things happened on that street, I can keep telling stories, and I thought that I forgot my whole childhood until I went back to it.
My best friend and I drove down the streets where I walked to elementary school, and I remembered most that happened during school.
I had a best friend back then, Kenisha, I miss her. We were best friends, until she moved away and I lost in contact her. I do not know what happened, but we found each other again on Myspace, though we rarely talk now.
Kayla, she was such a fun girl to be with in the fifth grade. She always bounced off the walls, and made the best out of things. She does not remember me though, because I changed so much over the years. It does not matter to me, I am glad that she has become a beautiful young lady.
My first crush, Justin Donovan, I remember him with his small middle finger. A lot of girls in my class liked him, and I knew that I had no chance with him what so ever. Every girl in my fifth grade class were beautiful, and I was considered the dork with glasses and braids in my hair. Everyone accepted me though, no matter what I looked like. They looked for my fun and caring personality, not the girl from the outside.
Looking back, I remember a lot. I wish I was back in those days when nothing mattered. When I did not have to be an adult and make my own decisions, where I was care free. Boys did not matter, drama did not happen, it was just fun and games.
Now I am an adult and I do not know if I am ready or not to move on.
I am waiting.
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