I'm gonna be a millionaire.

[Came]

I'm 14. For the past 6 months I have been working on small web based projects, trying to get small amounts of cash in the hope that one day I'll be able to stumble across a semi-successful business, have a small share and receive income and that I'll never have to work and I won't have to worry about anything, but the whole time I have been bored out of my mind supplementing happiness for browsing the internet or reading and stalking other peoples Facebook profiles imagining what it would be like to be popular and have a girlfriend and be happy and not worry about who I am and what I am meant to be and live life to the full with no regrets. I am so wrong, you might think that last sentence was written by a stupid child trying to explain himself while forgetting basic principles of English such as full-stops but I'm not, that's how it feels in my mind. Everything has begun to pour out, everything is beginning to make sense. If I know what my end goal is, if I understand what I want to accomplish then anything is possible.

I need to let go of all the things I think I need to do, the things I think are necessary. I need to stop procrastinating and make the most of every single second of every hour of the 30,000 days I have left. When I die, I want to know I lived for a reason.

I may not enjoy what I'm doing now but I need to live for the end goal of happiness.