When I was 5:
When I was 12:
I don’t want to be someone who plans the rest of their life in hopes of going to college so they can get a job just so they can pay for that plaguingly affluent lifestyle. No — fuck that. I want purpose. And it’s not gonna be some stupid-ass purpose to impress people so I can be accepted and fawned over for. No — FUCK. THAT. I’m not gonna live like my parents — just getting through their dreaded day at a job that they wouldn’t even like if it didn’t involve them coaching softball. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I appreciate them everyday for the opportunities they give. But for God’s sake, I wish they had a noble purpose that still kept them passionate and forward-looking. Instead, they come home and trance theirselves into a coma. That is not gonna be me. No — fuck that. What’s the point of living if you don’t serve a purpose.