randirae
I have grown since I was a child. Physically, mentally, maybe spiritually. I love growth. It makes the world turn. It makes people who they are. Remaining stagnant is the worst sin of all. Grow!
I always wanted to be a waiter. Maybe it's because I've never had a job and I'm seventeen years old. It takes a lot of work to be a good waiter, you have to be tolerant of idiots, love to be sociable, and have an awesome balancing ability. I bet I could do that.
I want to punch things when I'm angry. Fury is something I can't control within myself. I wish I could just count to ten and it would dissipate into a small steam cloud of anger, but it boils and ferments within me until I release it against a wall, a cabinet, my boyfriend. I want to love more than anything.
I want a loft. I want an amazing life, with a husband, three kids, a dog, and a bearded dragon. I want to be a socialite with tons of friends that gossip and talk about other people, not out of self consciousness but because that's just what we do. I want to be popular.
The world's end is bleak. I am scared of all the death, destruction, and sorrow. The future is bleak. I can feel the darkness surround our atmosphere, choking out the stars and lamps and lightbulbs. The bleakness sets in like a giant fog over our Earth.