Getting ready for the Spring Fever Tour in Milwaukee tonight!!!
~Before you ask which way to go, remember where you've been~
People used to tell me not to judge others because you can’t possibly know them until you walk in their shoes. I didn’t quite understand until I became that person. I became that person that you could see walking down the street listening to music and you could look at me and think I was a simple girl; you could think you know where I came from, my story and my life. You’d probably think I have a nice, happy family waiting for me at home, I have some money but live modestly, you’d think I listen to pop music or maybe even country. Maybe you’d think I drink or smoke simply because of my last name and what that name means in this town. You’d think I was happy. The truth is, you probably couldn’t be more wrong. Yes, I do have a wonderful family and I’m extremely grateful for my parents. I love my big brother to death, I’d do anything for him. My little sister is funny and even though I get annoyed with her, I love her. The rest of my family though, could not be more messed up if they tried. It is true that once upon a time my dad made a lot of money, and I mean a lot. But my dad hasn’t been able to brig home a paycheck in over 2 years. He’s even put money back into his company. My mom never made that much and she makes barely anything now. So, no, we are by no means rich. As for the music playing through my headphones: rock or punk. Shocking, I know. My older brother has left quite an impression on this town. I am not him. Never once have ever smoked anything in my life. Alcohol is another story. No, I’ve never been big on partying but yes, I drink. And most shockingly of all… I’m not happy. Not happy with how I look, how I feel, how I act. Around other people I joke around, maybe even laugh; when I come home and sit behind the closed door of my bedroom, I rarely even crack a smile. You don’t know me. My closest friends wouldn’t even be able to tell you these things about me. You may think I’m an open book, but you can only see the cover. No one has ever bothered to try and turn to the first page. So I dare you, read me.
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