Malia's POV
I've never seen her dance moves,
Dancin' like she way out.
I was currently in my room, jamming to The 1975, not giving a care in the world.
Oh hey, didn't see you there.
I'm MaliaStone. No, no nickname please. I'm a pretty boring person, but ehh. Anyways, I'm 19 and I work part time at a music store. Music is my life and I don't know what I'd do without it. Even better, the owner is a very nice lady and I've grown very close with her. I babysit her children sometimes. Speaking of music, I hate music these days, like Iggy Azalea or that 5 Seconds of Fall? Or is it summer? I don't care. Or that stupid boy band One Direction. All they sing about is either sex, girls, drugs, etc. I listen to real music, like The 1975 and Arctic Monkeys. They aren't well known but they should be. They're amazing.
I currently live with my mother right now. I was going to live in my own apartment, but to be completely honest with you, we've had some financial problems a while back. I don't want to cause more stress for my mother so I live with her instead to save money. I don't mind anyway. My mom's my best friend and only friend truthfully.
Honestly, I don't really ahve friends. I tend to be alone, and I've never really been social among people. Lock me in a room with a person and it'll end up with me pulling out my earphones along with my phone and start listening to music. I don't know why everyone says that friends are mandatory when all you need in life is to focus on yourself. I've already gone through so many friendships to know that people just like to hurt you.
I'm not gonna do the oh-cliche-find-out-my-past-when-i'm-crying crap, no. Basically I was betrayed and then later bullied badly by my so-called best friend. After crying about it for months, I finally picked myself up and stood up for myself. It was mostly my mother that pulled me through. My mother is an amazing, strong woman and my best friend, as I said before. Unlike me, my mother's the most social person that I know. She has many, many friends that are amazing people. Meanwhile, I talk but don't trust. It takes a long time & is extremely hard for me to trust someone.
Love? Have I ever loved someone? Nope. I'm not about that waiting-for-the-one crap. It's ridiculous. The right one will come when it comes. Stop waiting and do the necessary first.
Family problems is another thing that's crappy about my life. When I was 14, my father left the family. Just left. Boom. As if we didn't mean a thing to him, he secretly packed his bags and walked out of our life. My mother was heartbroken and I hate him for that. He's a horrible person and if I do see him again, it won't be a good day for him and for me. The scars and the way he tossed our hearts away hurt a lot.
But I don't mope about him. I used to. Not anymore. I've grown as a person and I don't focus on small, bullshit things like that.
Well I guess that's me.
