Dreams are possible, they say. For me, yeah-a little. But sometimes, those dreams might turn into a nightmare or something else. I have a dream, I want to be a writer someday but I don't think that I'll be a writer that can make people like J.K. Rowling read. I made a lot of articles but I threw them anyway. My stories aren't that soulful enough. And my poems suck. My songs, the music aren't that good to collaborate with those unpoetic words. Sometimes I think that I should stop believing that I could be a writer like my mom. But a friend of mine kept on saying "Who knows?". That really pissed me off. "I can't be a writer, I can't be like my mom, I'll end up dead in poetry!" I keep on complaining to myself. But why do I still try? It's because I want a challenge. I want to be a somebody who will show off her work to somebody and be rich like my favorite writer, C.J. Lewis. I could still try, but I give up easily. I don't know what to do anymore. But then, I think I should give it a shot and write. Then maybe I'll be the one to say "Who knows?"...
G17 Ilagan, Liane Tan 2-Canisius English 2
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