I have a lot to say.

I have opinions that want to be heard.

I have indignations that squirm to be told.

I have feelings that need to be expressed.

I have an urge to speak the truth.



I am a chicken.

I am hesitant.

I am scatterbrained.

I am confused with love.

I am confused with hate.



I love everyone.

I love no one.

I hate myself.

I don't know who I am.

I am generic.

I am typical.

I am atypical.



I want.
Someone to cherish.
Someone to dote over. Someone to make feel special. Someone to give surprises. Someone I can watch smile and laugh, and not feel afraid to tell them I like making them smile. I want to give someone the world. I want someone to be my world.

I want.
Isolation.
To lose touch with humanity. I want to not even feel someone else's skin, not even a hand shake, a hug, a pat on the back. I want to never feel another person. I want to make believe I am not human. I want to lose myself in drugs. I want to lose myself in my studies. I want to lose myself period.

I want
to be powerful. To be successful. To make lots of money at a legitimate job, and be the beacon for my family. To live to a ripe old age, with my husband, and my children.

I want
to die in a fiery crash. An explosive 10-car pileup. I want to be hyped up on every drug I can get my hands on. I want to start a car chase. I want to be chased.

No wonders teenagers always seem confused.