• 1. My friends. 2. My family. 3. My house. 4. When its cold ooutside and your inside warm. 5. Nights watching Movies. 6. Coffee. 7. Deep conversations. 8. Butterflies when you see someone. 9. That feelng when your onstage. 10. Peanut butter and nuttella pancakes. 11. Becca and Georgia. 12. Feeling higher than everything. 13. Parties. 14. Meeting pretty people. 15. Sam. 16. Knit wear. 17. Memories. 18. Ialia conti. 19. Finishing something. 20. Laughing. 21. Summer. 22. Hyde park. 23. Starbucks. 24. Music. 25. Blonde hair. 26. High shoes. 27. Stars. 28. Lyrics 29. Getting on with someone you just met. 30. Emotion. 31. La roux. 32. Security. 33. Love. 34. Hate. 35. France. 36. NYC. 37. My dreams. 38. Fridays. 39. Wake up texts. 40. Late night conversations. 41. Feeling pretty. 42. Pictures. 43. Happiness. 44. Seeing people smile. 45. Things working out. 46. Late night car journeys. 47. Hotel rooms. 48. Christmas. 49. My birthday. 50. Getting a text from the person i want. 51. The blue smartie. 52. Ben and Jerrys. 53. Thigh High Socks. 54. Fear. 55. Thorpe park. 56. Welsh accents. 57. American accents. 58. English. 59. Creative writing. 60. Amersham and wycombe college. 61. The friends ive got left. 62. When a dress fits you. 63. Getting call backs. 64. Facebook photolikes and comments. 65. The like button. 66. Winter mornings. 67. Partys in the dark. 68. Scary movies. 69. Boys with pretty faces. 70. Pixie Lott. 71. Pretty Underwear. 72. When I paint my nails good. 73. Being drunk. 74. After party sleep. 75. Shows, and how everyone gets on. 76. Tai Chi night (L). 77. Funny people. 78. How blonde I go after my hair has just been bleached. 79. Cheneys mums skills with scissors. 80. Amazing weekends. 81. Picnics. 82. My diary. 83. Presents. 84. Surprises. 85. Nice hair. 86. Boys who smell nice. 87. Fierce cologne. 88. Flat caps. 89. Kisses under the covers. 90. 27 Dresses. 91. High tops. 92. Ice cream. 93. Strawberries. 94. The feeling you give me. 95. Mac cosmetics. 96. Abercrombie. 97. Looking individual. 98. Writing pretty songs. 99. Nights that you wished would last forever. 100. When my heart beats fast.
"She doesnt know i cry for the changing times,
That just as i reread my favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find myself hoping against hope that the war will never come. That this time, somehow, it will leave us be."

Sunday, 22 November 2009

Blogging is becoming an obsession...

Im getting the vibe i am not good enough,
and then reality smacks me round the face.

And its these few moments i really, really breakdown.

What if i dont make it
I just have to
I cant stay here anymore

And im being told, your too young

But maybe thats a soft way of saying, your not good enough

I know im not,
i have to train harder
work better
focus more.

This just has to happen

I cant be 22
I want to be 19 when i finish
then i want to go to America
To the big NYC
and i wanna have a career
And every night
i want to just dance, and everyday
I want to train

And then when the time comes, and im to old to dance

I want to give others the opportunity's i didnt have,
Im going to open a school ,
Its going to be a theater school
Filled with dusty wooden floors and ballet bars and battered mirrors,
and it will be made of red bricks

And im going to take the students with potential, and passion
and it will be state funded, not filled with rich kids.

I think my dreams are to big for me...
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2 comments:

  1. Kayleigh22 November 2009 at 11:39

    you are good enough,
    i promise you that,

    and i tihnk your dream is beautiful

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  2. Anonymous24 November 2009 at 14:32

    I second kayleighs (:
    baby no ones to tell you your nmtpo good enough
    its the peopel that tell you your too this and that that should make you want to prove to them there wrong (:

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