I'm just trying my best to make my dreams come true. I'm 20 years old, and everyone tells me I need a degree that will allow me to be successful in life and thrive financially. I have problems with this. I don't want to be successful if it means I am comfortable being apart from my passion, literature, everyday. I want to be SO uncomfortable if that's what it takes. If that's what it takes, I won't sleep. Even if nobody cares about a word I write until after I'm gone, at least it will mean something to someone. I just need one person to be touched by what I write, and yes, I know that's a cliche. I'm not just a dreamer, I'm a very realistic person who is unwilling to say my dreams are unrealistic. If I say my dreams of being able to spend my days with words is unrealistic, then there is no point in me being here. This is my calling. This is what I was made for. I'll screw up and make a fool of myself, and I'll strive for greatness, and I'll never give up, so I will succeed.