I want to be happy.
I want you to be happy.
I want to be in love for the first time.
I want to dump someone.
I want to fall out of love for the first time.
I want to be kissed passionately.
I want my life to be spontaneous.
I want to find myself while backpacking through Europe.
I want you to be in my life forever.
I want you to be gone from my memory.
I want to learn as many languages as I can.
I want people to just get along.
I want to not think so hard.
I want to fuck you all night long.
I want to just be.
None of this will ever happen because it’s selfishness, right? But just once! Just once I want to be selfish and have everything go my way, to not have to worry about whats happened or going to happen. To not have to make others feel good about themselves through my misfortune. For me to be able to lean on others. I’m not as strong as I come off to be. I may be loved, happy, and a good friend, but I’m also angry, scared, pissed off, fucked up, embarrassed, lonely, and unwanted. Or so it seems. Why can’t I fall and have others pick me up, I need saving too. But, Instead I have to put on the facade to make others happy.
I want to be me.