Confessions on Balloons

Sometimes I want to buy balloons, write on them, and let them sail into the sky, never to be seen again.

I want to confess three things. I want to write them down on a balloon and forget about them.

First Confession

I secretly hate school because they never put a music program into my education. I envy those who can play instruments.

Second Confession

I secretly hate cars because they get me places no faster or more efficient than taking public transit. I pity those that think they're rich and smart just by driving around a car.

Third Confession

I secretly hate myself because I give up on my own goals too easily only to come back on them later on. But I love myself. I love myself for being mature enough to realize that achieving my goals is never too late.