Another day, always another day until I die. Why can’t dreams come true? Everybody ignore me, can’t speak to me for 10 seconds, no one looks my way. Why? Am I not pretty enough, am I not eloquent enough? I don’t give a crap about being famous, I wanna do what I love, acting and singing. I write screenplays (not that anybody reads them), I write depressing songs about love that I never experienced. Why can’t I be someone who has a life of fun and doing something I love. One day, one day I will shoot for the stars and everyone will see me, they will see me for who I am, the real me.