i would take every pill under God’s blue sky to make my throat feel better.
i want a job that will financially support me having an iPhone.
i want a grown-up job. with insurance.
i need to visit California. i miss it. with so many inches of my being.
i like a boy. who is really a man.
this scares me.
i want to build a fort right now, and watch movies in there, and fall asleep feeling cradled.
i’m tired of struggling. and i can see why people lose their edge and settle down a bit into more comfortable places in life.