As a five-year old, when adults ask us what we want to be when we grow up, we joyfully respond, "Princess" or "Firefighter" When we're eleven years old, when our teachers or parents wonder what what we want to be when we grow up, we uncertainly answer with a "Lawyer, I guess" or a "Maybe a doctor" in hopes of living up to society's expectations. But when you're a thirteen year-old me, when someone asks me what I want to be when I grow up, I say, "Someone."

Yes, I want to be someone. No, not anyone. That doesn't mean I want to remain a functioning human being. It's not that complicated. I simply want to be someone.

It doesn't really matter if I turn out to be a worker at McDonald's, a dancer on Broadway, or the world's most renowned veterinarian, I just want to be someone.

Someone that people remember, care about, and love. Someone that has a family and friends who know who I truly am.

I want to be someone.

Just someone.