As I lay in bed, crying about events that happened earlier I realize that growing up is a lot harder than I thought it would be. As I can see final weeks of senior year, each day becomes a burden. Its a struggle to go on. And as the struggle goes on, I think about all the things I should be appreciative for. I mean I have my health, a place to live, a family, best friends, a boyfriend. Why do i focus on the minuscule details that bug me? why am I not happy? Why do I feel like crying all the time? Now I realize with all the “glitz & glamour” that I thought adults had, I don’t want it anymore.
Michelle acts more like a boyfriend than you do… what’s wrong with that picture? It seems like you don’t care, what am I some trophy you keep around? Actions speak louder than words, prove to me I matter.
” you always have my unspoken passion, though I may not seem to care.” Billy joel
The more I listen to this song, Just the way you are by billy joel, the more I realize that first off I’m obsessed with it & secondly I really want a love like that. If someone dedicated me this song I would diee!
1936 Ziegfeld Girls
ooh, how i wish i lived in this time period
Electric Beauty - Horst P. Horst, Paris 1939