First off, LOLOLOL, I couldn't resist the title.
For many years, I never knew what I wanted to do with my life. I'm a mediocre artist, a mediocre novelist, a shoddy singer, and don't get me started on dancing. My...aspirations, I guess, have varied from the years. When I was 4-8 I wanted to be a paleontologist, an archaeologist, and a geologist, (I was a weird fucking kid). As I grew up, I for some weird reason wanted to be a surgeon, well, Trauma Center kicked my ass and left me crying when a 5 year old died on my hands in game, so that was shot. Then, I wanted to go into the army...that didnt last long. Throughout high school I felt like I just drifted through, never really knowing what the hell I was gonna do. I just figured I'd go to art school or something like that. Or I'd eventually finish my 'book'. Lol, that's going nowhere. This last October I fell in love with the WWE all over again. Not being school, and having no job, I had all the time in the world to watch it. I was always the kid in school that was leader of my group of outcasts, but other than that....I didn't exist much. As much as I can try and deny it, I've always liked attention. I wanted, craved to be popular, but I knew it wasn't happening. I was the shy little weirdo, that liked gore and blood a bit too much for people's comfort. Standing 5'2 and hiding in a jacket, I didn't stand out. I was the one that everyone replaced. I've come to the conclusion that I'm sick of being the girl no one knows, or the whatshername kid. No. I want people to know my name. I want to be the kind of person that little kids look up to and go, "Wow..I want to be like her one day." I want to make a difference. I want to be remembered. I don't care if I have to lose family or friends over my dream. I've never wanted anything so badly. I want to be a WWE Superstar. I don't say Diva, because when I hear Diva, I think of some prissy little thing, who's breasts are almost always popping out of her shirt, and who flirts with the camera. No. Fuck that. I want to be like Dean Ambrose, Randy Orton, The Undertaker...To be forever remembered. To hold that piece of gold in your hands, and for one mere moment of our short existence...to feel immortal. I've started to ramble now, so I'll close up here.