Sunday, December 6, 2015

When I grow Up

When I grow up,
I want to be a millionare.
I want to eat chocolate cake everyday. 
I want to be married like my 2nd grade teacher is. 

When I grow up. 
I want to make money.
I want a great career.
I want to be liked.

When I grow up?
I want just enough money to survive.
I want to fill my life with something.
I want somewhere I can be me.

Now that I have grown up.
I forget about wishes I made when I was ten.
I want to be happy. No.
I want you to be happy.

I am different than I wished for.
But thats because I spent my life wishing for the wrong things.
I wished for me.
But now I wish for you.

This is the birthday letter I never sent.

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