Dear Diary......

Once upon a time, I had a dream.

I was only 5 years old at the time. I remember my sister was already about to graduate high school and enter college... She skipped a grade or two.

When I told my mother, she frowned. She hoped it was more simpler, like becoming a baker, or maybe an accountant. I know she had wanted me to become a doctor or lawyer... but I get squeamish around blood and gavels.

When I told my father.................................................................................
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............................................Was all he ever said. No so much as a mumble. 

Now that I look back at my older entries, 12 years into the future, on my new SamSing zPhone, on the same Tweeter Account I made when I was still in elementary....... I truly felt like I wanted to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge.

It was a stupid @ss wish I told to about 5 followers... Now it's 15.

But... what I wish was still one of the proudest moments in my life.

"I want to be the CEO of my own company."

... SIRA, which way is to the Brooklyn Bridge, without a taxi?

~Alexandra 'Alex' Rider