I want to believe that I am this beautiful person that will do everything she ever wished to but if I’m realistic, there is a large chance that I will never go anywhere. There is a large chance that this person that I believe in so much is just a figment of my imagination. The truth is, perhaps, that I’m really just a fucked up human being just like everyone else. I’m just another teenager, with the same problems and the same dreams as everyone else. I am just fucked up and that is all I will ever be.