This is me.
I know this sounds so lame but I got so overwhelmingly sad that I am not famous. I know most people who are famous work their assess off to get to that point, but I legit always thought it would happen for me. My awesomeness and my words would get me to where I needed to be. But, clearly, as life goes on I realize that mediocrity is where my life is heading.
For the girl who didn't plan her life out, at all, because all I ever knew was fame. It was all I ever saw for myself, and yet I didn't do anything to get it except be myself. Hoping that that would be enough.
It's hard, growing up. Not because of all the things we go through but because of how these things shape absolutely EVERYTHING for the future. And that is so scary. If you did just one thing differently, think about how different your life could be? Freaky, right?
I don't have one. It's life and we aren't supposed to know.
We are just supposed to... live, and hopefully that's enough.