I am lost. Ever since I was a little kid, I've had dozens upon dozens of dreams and fancies, aspirations to become a million different things, a milllion different people. I wanted to be a ballerina, an actress, a painter, a lawyer, doctor, a spy, and so many other things, practical and ridiculous. Now that I've grown older, I realized that I don't have any talent. I know people say it all the time, but I not just saying it. I truly have nothing that I'm good at, nothing that I'm passionate about, nothing I love and believe and understand completely. It's like I'm on Earth, but not for a purpose, and if there is a purpose, it's only to be there. Another face in the crowd. I'm scared, because I'm not funny, or pretty, or strong, or intelligent. I'm not financially or romantically successful. I have no life plans. I'm sixteen. I am nothing, and it terrifies me, because that is the opinion that I have of myself.