All I’ve ever wanted is independence from everyone and to live my own life. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never had that before living with a large family and controlling parents but it’s something I always long for. My dream is to get out of Kansas City and move to New York, go to Art College, live on my own, live by my own rules, live for only me. I don’t get independence anywhere besides in my art. There I’m in my element I am one. Alone and where I want to be, happy and content. I have never found someone who keeps me happy and really, really understands me. Whenever I think I’ve found it, someone that I want to be with and like they betray or let me down. I don’t want the average All-American Dream: kids, early happy marriage, nice house in a nice neighborhood. That’s not me at all; I would rather love myself than someone else. I would rather understand and trust myself than someone else. Other people don’t complete ourselves, and not objects, but how we feel about ourselves. Doing what makes you happy and living a long healthy life is what completes a person, not other people and objects. People and objects can make you laugh and be happy but not content you. They are only temporary. People die, objects crack, and memories fade. We must live our own lives and complete ourselves through ourselves. We are not jigsaw pieces that walk around trying to find a mate. We are beautiful and interesting creatures who live their lives through themselves, try to understand themselves, and do what makes them happy, not who. I’m not bashing people, but one’s soul lives on, so take hold of your life and complete yourself.