I have a dream, that one day I will mean something to this world. That one day, my name will be edged into the side of the €arth to be remembered for all time. I was always told, be you, become somebody, be free. Some of those goals are better said than done, being me is always gonna be my job :) becoming somebody is next on the list, freedom is just an illusion. 

There isn't much to say about me. Just a music junkie addicted to the most talented and extraordinary four boys in the world. I'm sixteen years young, I never want to be reminded how old I'm getting. I have small feet, but hey, my shoes are cheap. I'm bisexual and proud. I wish I was the only child, and that I could marry Prod and Drake. I wish I could move to Paris, and invent a flying car. I wish I could be open about my feelings more. I wish that if I ever meet MB again, that they will remember me. I wish that this world wasn't so fucked up. But I'm grateful for everything I have. Every penny, dust bunny, and crumb. 

Fan fictions are my escape from the real world, I can always hide behind my identity, and never feel the need to be judged. I still wonder if MB ever stumbles along and reads these :) 

It's was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine-

Hey, must I live this way. Aye, must be the money-

That's what he said to me, the place I used to call ambition, now dead to me-

Mirror on the wall, here we are again-

Are am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon-

I gotta be famous, I need to be somebody-


And that is a wrap, that's a few things about little old plain me. But that's not the final chapter in the Boring Chronicles of New York :) 

- Ra¥n€