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.
- Author: Sad (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 20th, 2017 21:20
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
very relatable. I like how this is a statement and it comes full circle. this feels real and not dressed up for entertainment.
Thank you, I appreciate that
Eres importante, al menos para mí.
I'm sorry, I don't speak spanish
You're very important for me.
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