The disorientated future

During that time, those turn in events that no one will ever really know, another 17 years from now I'd probably be married to that boy that I pass every morning on the way to school, have a kid, adopted, residing in Canada, a house full of books. The friends I have now will probably be lost because of the distance, and they will all be so much more successful than I am, a personal assistant or fashion designer. My brother and sister will have their own families and the only time we'll ever see each other is during Christmas or Thanksgiving. I'll be living life trying to prove to my parents my worth and looking for the respect I deserve. Everything but the future I aspire to achieve. Truth is, I really don't know where I'm going. Neither do I know what it is that will completely satisfy me. I have these cashmere hopes and imaginations in my head but believe me on this one, they'll never happen.