Ocean of Thoughts

Lost

I'm not sure what I want to do when I grow up.

I want it to do with writing or zoology.

I want it to do with my family, friends, and Africa.

My parents plan to move to Africa. And I plan to move with them.

I want to protect elephants from getting killed for their tusks.

I want to train dolphins.

I want to help with a soup kitchen.

I want to give kids food, that are staving on the street.

I want to adopt a baby girl. Name her Audrey. And nickname her Audi.

But if I move to Africa, that means no dogs. I guess I could, but I'd never have time for them.

I want to give my kid everything I didn't have. Steady income. Steady Family. Steady happiness.

I'm tired of this crap. A lot has happened in the last month. Stuff I haven't even shared with my friends. And I don't plan to. It's embarrassing. My family is embarrassing.