KiaRane

Well, if you’ve read the title, you’ll know that this entry is about me wanting to be a singer. I’ve wanted to be a singer since I was… Two and a half. I’ve been singing since then and I’ve loved it. But this dream? It’s quite stupid. Why? I have the most crappiest voice. I used to actually think that I had a good voice. Not perfect, but that… Wait, good wouldn’t describe it. It was more that good but less than perfect. I actually thought it was amazing. O.o

But I beg to differ now. I have absoloutely the worse voie in the world. I still like it, but I know that it’s not strong and I can hit a note for my life. I hate it because I can actually hear how and I sing now. Which sucks. Both me hearing and my voice.

Okay, maybe you might think that I’m overthinking this. (Yea right. Like you’d think that.) But I’m not. Everyone that has ever heard me sing told me that my voice sucks. Except my cousin, who told my other cousin that I had a good voice. My mom, who told my aunt that I sing well and denied it to me when I asked her if my voice sucked. But she’s a mom. Of course she’s gonna say something to make me feel good. And someone else actually asked me to sing the other day. After hearing my voice for years, they asked me to sing. But I’m positive that it was only because they didn’t know the lyrics to the song. (They told me, too. :P)

Okay, okay. Maybe my voice will get better when grow up, but it won’t be the kind people will be looking for. I as well as you should know that into the near future, people will be looking for perfection.

Anyway, I’m eleven. Having this dream is like wishing for world peace.

Not gonna happen.