Broken Dreams

I’m so pissed.

I want to be famous. I want so badly to be in movies and travel the world and be someone else for a while. I think I could be good at it. No, I know I could be good at it. But uuuuuuuuugh! I don’t know how to get myself out there! And it doesn’t help that I don’t have my own car to take myself to any auditions or something like that. 

I wish I had enough money to sign up for a Gold membership on the talenthunter website. Or even a sponsor would help. God…I want it so badly. I can feel it when I put on someone else in theater or when I see a movie or hear music. It’s a feeling deep in my soul that longs to have everyone know my face. But it’s not just the fame. It’s the opportunity that comes with it. With all the money I could make, I would want to help orphanages, children in foreign countries that lose their families, neglected and diseased animals. Everything that hurts, I want to be able to help. Not in a small way, I want to impact worlds of hearts, loss, depression and sadness. There’s so much I could do if I had so much.

*sigh* I guess that’s why they call it a dream.

Oh yeah, and apparently Michael deleted me off of his MySpace. Wonderful. Now he’ll never talk to me again.