Everyday of my youth I was reminded I was a failure.. I’d amount to nothing and never make it. I loved writing, reading, helping ppl. I wanted to be a teacher. Now I’m 24,a school security working part time after being in and out of the mental hospital. Nowadays my father wonders, you have so much potential! You can do whatever u set ur mind to. Kinda too late to change my mind set. So yea I’m a failure, still love writing, and figured I’ll marry my boyfriend and be a stay at home mom cuz of fear of trying and failing. I’m one hell of a cop out when it comes to dreaming…. And going for what I want