- Me most of the year: Want that. Want that. Want that.
- Me near my birthday or christmas: I CANNOT THINK OF A SINGLE THING I WANT.
I’ll come back for you i whisper as i caress the books i can’t afford
I’m stuck between wanting to be an adult, accomplishing a lot, and contributing a lot to society and lying on my floor, ignoring my responsibilities, and crying to sad songs alone in my room.




