I want to be the villain. I want to be the hero. I want to be the rebel. I want to have lived and loved and died happy. I want to die old. I want to die young. I want to burn and thrive and spark and fizzle and explode.
I'm conflicted and my mind is a mess. But maybe I thrive from chaos.
I want to be somebody. I want to be nobody. I want to be crazy. I want to be free. I want to be a poet, a writer. I want to greet death with open arms.
I want to make mistakes and learn and live and regret. I want to be thrown out on my ***, helpless, fighting to live and survive. And I want to make it.
I want love. I want hate. I want happiness. I want sadness. I want adventure. I want regret. I want life. Death. And everything in between.
I want to be me, but what happens when I don't know who me is?