I don't really know what else to say. I had a thought earlier but since it was thought I've gotten to lazy to write it down.
I want to have band practice.
I want to skateboard.
I want to do all the things I love right now.
I want more time.
I want to know the truth.
I want my phone.
I want to ask questions I may not be prepared to hear the answers to.
I want to be selfish and not feel bad about it.
I want to stop procrastinating.
I want endless possibilities.
I want him all to myself.
I want to keep my options open.
I want to keep what I've been looking for for so long.
I want to have more late night conversations.
I want to not care.
But I can't.
If only I could just screw it all.
But I can't.
If only I could work up the courage.
But I can't.
If only I could scream all the cuss words I know at the top of my lungs.
But I can't.
Where on earth is all this coming from?
See ya,
Nova.
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