I have only one List in my Bucket.

To not be alone on Christmas again. This will be in my every year list.

I am tired of it. Makes my heart heavy. Nothing important. Breaks my heart. My heart aches. 

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Wanting but not getting…yet.

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.