I want so many things.
I want to get out of the house and have somewhere to go that is not planned.
I want a friend to hang out with and this friend to want to hang out with me.
I want a group of kindred people who will sing ‘one more day’ with me.
I want to have a man.
I want to miraculously wake up backpacking all over Asia.
I want to move out.
I want a table where I sit and get lost in scribbling my stories.
I want to do something with my life that I will be so proud of.
I don’t want to go America. (Not cause of Trump. Lol.)
I don’t want to be waken up in the middle of the night by the mere fact that I hate my life.
I want to make a fresh start.
I want to eat without someone mentioning how many calories its got.
I want a lot of things.