My name is Michelle Christine Phillips. But, what is a name? Does the name given to me, define my self?  My name does not explain anything about me. I am 16 years old, but what does this mean? It does not help one better understand my thoughts, motives, or ambitions, which essentially make up my self. I am a thought process, kind, caring, and not ( Read more... )

I still stand by my beliefs. Nothing changes. Often things on the surface change, but nothing ever changes as a whole. I have been basing my life on how I feel people should change. To not only better my life and theirs, but also considering the lives we all could live if we could learn to get along. Learn to compromise to better others instead of ( Read more... )

When I’m trying to think of something to write, something profound maybe. I try to think of things that don’t seem to make sense or things that just don’t seem to fit. For example how is it that we live our lives day to day and never realize that tomorrow is really a blessing? Another day we are given to correct our mistakes and relive happy ( Read more... )

I'm still trying to hold on to this dream of us being together, but as time goes on, it seems less and less likely things are going to work out. I don't know how much longer I can patiently wait. I am changing, what if my feelings are as well? Why is it, that when something makes so much sense it becomes a huge confusing mess? All I ever wanted was ( Read more... )

In a perfect world everyone would be happy and get what they want. A perfect world would also be a very selfish world. Either way, there will always be someone suffering for another’s happiness. My vision of a perfect world would also involve people suffering, and me gaining what is rightfully mine? In a way that doesn't make me much different than ( Read more... )

I haven't felt like myself in a really long time. I believe that some people just allow you to be yourself and encourage you to be. Making you feel more at peace with who you are, than you could on your own. It felt great to hang out with the girls again; I forgot how much fun they could be. I forgot how well we fit together, and how well we ( Read more... )

Tell me why I am so angry. Tell me why I care? It seems like everyone around me is happy, and I am dragging them down into my shadow. It’s just frustrating. Everyone has someone that understands them..I feel like I am misunderstood and overlooked. Am I really that miserable? Do I have a sign written on me that says "BEWARE ANGRY?" I feel like I'm ( Read more... )

I hate making decisions. If I could, I would avoid making them forever…

Everything is interconnected somehow, and I know that making the wrong decision regarding anything could ruin everything, or make it that much better. Maybe it’s just not the choices that I am scared of. Maybe it is taking a risk and discovering who I am that terrifies me. ( Read more... )

In the game of life guys get all of the luck. Girls are stuck with the inconvenient life style, while the guys are drifting through it as if it were nothing. We have to comb, brush, primp, and accessorize, while "men" sit on the couch watching reruns of Sienfeld and The Simpsons. Personally, I find this unfair. Why should women have to spend all of ( Read more... )

It's late, and I am tired..but I can't seem to sleep. I don't know what is keeping me awake. Whether it is my restlessness or simply my devotion to my own cause. I have a headache that is plainly distracting me from the rest of the world. While people are restfully sleeping, I am awake pondering my next decision, my next course of action. Living ( Read more... )