I used to have lots of dreams for myself. I sometimes think about those dreams, wishing I could have made them happen. My dream, really the only one I’ve ever had in regards to a career or something of that sort is was to be on the stage or the screen. But I guess neither of those places are where I was supposed to be.
In the live-action version of Peter Pan, I remember when Mrs. Darling was talking to her children, telling them that Mr. Darling was so brave because as he grew up, he took all his dreams and put them in a drawer, and that some nights they pull out those dreams and admire them. But every time they open the drawer, it gets harder and harder to close again. But he does it.
Yeah, that’s exactly what it feels like. From about the ages of 9—14 I used to cry my eyes out some nights because people kept telling me I was so talented and would go so far, but I never felt like I was getting anywhere at all. Years later, I’m still sitting at home, a little more educated and a lot more confident, but where I’ve gone and where I’ll go are both a little foggy.
I don't think I need to say goodbye... I never sign out of my thoughts, and that's all this is, right?
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