How many titles or roles I belong to. A daughter, granddaughter, sister, aunt, cousin, niece, best friend, friend, girlfriend, acquaintance, maybe an enemy, an employee, a roommate, student. For my dog I’m an owner or someone she relies on and trusts with her life.
Trying to fall asleep is becoming a word that I can’t even think of right now. Randomly I started to look at my life and choices and I realize that people depend on me, but most importantly I have to depend on myself.
I just came across a tumblr that posted a phone number of someone this user obviously doesn’t get a long with requesting that everyone should call/text that number and call that person anything that they want. I went into her ask box and just simply stated that posting this number is online bullying and advised she takes it off. The girl went absolutely crazy on my anonymous post. I’m thinking about reporting her for abuse for posting that phone number. Bullying isn’t tolerated.
“You’re it. You’re the ultimate. It’s automatic. Im sure of it. No lie. So don’t even try to tell me that you’re not the guy. ‘Cause I’ve been waiting all my life for someone just like you. You’re it. You’re the ultimate you!”—Freaky Friday- “Ultimate”
Produced by Michael Simpson
Performed by Lindsay Lohan