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jocelynstarkid72:

theonlymatty:

I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.

to whomever wrote this

(via bridgemcgidge)

Idk which is worst, to stop singing because you’re ability to was ceased (temporarily or, unfortunately, permanently) or because the passion for it was lost so you decided to stop.

Not too long ago a friend of mine went to that Summer Kick off concert and The Wanted were there. She said one of the band members was missing but she didn’t know why. Recently I learned it was Nathan Skyes and it was because he had surgery on his vocal chords. Lately people have also been asking me how’s singing been for me, but it hasn’t because I stopped. A few of those people had “a talk” with me about continuing with singing. After all of it (especially after finding out that thing about Nathan) I asked myself what the hell am I doing?

I’ve been singing all my life. Yes I have done other kinds of performing with dancing and dabbling with instrument playing and this kind of modeling thing, but what I’ve loved most was singing. Singing was more than a hobby, it was a passion, “a talent” in the words of others (I don’t like typing stuff like that ‘cause I feel like I’m bragging) and suddenly I just drop it? What’s that all about? And when I say I dropped it I mean no singing whatsoever, yeaup not even in the shower *gasp*

I’m trying to figure why or what exactly triggered me to stop. I’m guessing it was the time after I was told to sing at Petco Park, only being told the following day I couldn’t. And I cried like a baby in the bathroom. I mean, who wouldn’t after getting so excited about such a great opportunity but end up having to hear you can’t. I guess after that, I just couldn’t sing anymore. Well I already had feelings about stopping because I was losing that feeling, but that day was just the trigger that let it all go.

Another thing might’ve been from, since we’ve had to think about colleges and what to study and do after college, I was told (not saying by who) that I shouldn’t try to pursue anything having to do with singing for my future, just keep it as “a hobby.”“It’s not realistic.” And this was being told to a girl who dreamed of growing up to become a singer. I think because of that I started to ask myself what was the point of singing if I’m gonna lose it one day.

But I was wrong. Nothing can stop me from singing except myself. Singing, my singing, is for myself.
And to Nathan Skyes, I’ll keep you in my prayers (omg whoever actually does read this please don’t judge me) and ask God for the best. But He probably has much greater plans for your talents already sorted out. Btw if you haven’t heard his voice like distinctly listen to his specifically you should because WOW I did not think his voice with sound so stunning and marvelous and wonderful and yes I understand I pretty much said words that all mean the same thing but you know what words can’t describe how moved I am by the voice of that angel.

And you know what? If there’s ever anything you feel passionate about, don’t stop. Or if it’s just something you like to do, do not stop. Don’t have doubts of what you can do and don’t you dare decide to stop because of others. You do what you love because you love it. Whether you bear “great skills for it” or it’s “a hobby you enjoy doing whenever,” don’t stop. Never stop believing in yourself.

(Okay well please stop if it’s something that may seriously harm or affect others in a negative way like I don’t want to hear about anyone littering or stealing candy or affairs much worse than that)

(Wow I tried to be as serious as possible about these thoughts of mine and how I felt but I guess I got a got a bit off track oh well as long as you get the point good job old sport)