I wanted to be a ballerina first.
But I was a chubby little girl and my family lived to far from anywhere that had a dance school.
I wanted to be an astronaut next.
But astronauts are scientists and science was too hard for me.
I decided I wanted to be a singer.
But my voice wasn\'t quite good enough for that.
So I thought I could be an artist.
But my art was never what I wanted it to be and I stopped drawing all together.
And now I\'m really nothing.
A burnout.
A failure.
A dissapointment.
A faker.
All I wanted was to be a ballerina.