What if you were reading a book. Then when you turn the page to the next chapter nothing is there? What do you do? Okay I know what your thinking. What the hell is this chick talking about?
We have all been walking in the same foot steps as each other. Start to walk, talk, learn, get older, go to school, graduate. Then make one of the most important decisions of our lives. To go to collage or not to go to collage. My school has been asking since the fourth grade. Each time I say I don't know. But they tell me and I quote "Well what do you like to do? What's your hobbies?" Now this is what my answer was going to be "Why I like to go to raves. Get kids to try drugs. Kick random guys in the nads. I also like to finger paint in human blood." Now here is what I really said "I like to paint. Read. I really like to write. I want to be a writer." But then they want to have realistic goals. Why in the world would they ask you what you like to do then just tell you your not ever going to get there?
It's like they want you to be happy with what you do. But it has to be something they want you to do. It makes no sense. If I want to be a freaking painter, writer, or a mermaid I'm going to find a way to do it. No one can tell me what I want to be.
These are the last words I read before the rest of the book went blank. That not one person can tell me who I am, or what I'm going to be. I can be anything I want to be. The last few chapters are turning into a series. I have a wonderful adventure ahead of me. Just watch me sparkle.
~GWN*
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