Life is beautiful.
A beautiful disaster.

I feel content.
Contentment is impossible.

I have so many people that love me.
But others have more.

I want to do nothing.
But my legs yearn to stretch.

I want to stay home from school tomorrow.
But I miss my friends.

I want to be with my girlfriend.
But I would rather be with my best friend.

I want to meet my mom’s boyfriend’s daughters.
But I’m scared that they won’t like me.

I want to like my dad’s girlfriend.
But I’m scared that they won’t last long.

I want so many things.
But I don’t.