I dream of becoming a carrot. When I'm home alone I dig holes in the backyard and stand in them, put lettuce on top of my head from sun up to sun down. I would steal sun tan spray from stores and use it until I turned a bright orange. People tell me it's impossible for me to be a carrot but I know I can be anything I want to be.
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Maybe if people would stop telling me I'm not good at stuff I like, I could follow my dreams. I want to be a writer, but my teacher's a bitch