I'm writing this in my room. It's almost midnight, and I have to get up early tomorrow, but I can't sleep. I'm worried about my future! Every day, my parents ask me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" The problem is: I don't know! My mom always say, "Be a doctor!" but to be a doctor, you have to study for a long, longtime, and that's not my idea of fun. Also, I'm really bad at biology at school. My dad says, "Be a pilot!" He knows I'm scared of flying! Besidea, a pilot has to be really good at maych. I like math, but I'm not very good at it.
Well, I have some idea, of course. I really want to be a rock star. You don't have to be very smart - at least not smart in things like math and science. So it's the perfect job for me. I don't play any instruments, but I can probably learn. My binging isn't too bad, either.
Now I'm getting tied, and my fingers hurt, too. So I'm going to bed. I can thing about my future in bed. I get my best ideas when I'm lying down. Or maybe one more computer game? Decisions, decisions, decisions!