I want to drive. I want to get in my car any time, and drive any where I please. I want to be free. I want no questions asked, and no one telling me I "can't". I want to be my own. I still belong to others. I want to depend solely on myself, because no one really wants to help anyway. I want to adventure and be out of my comfort zone without anyone else's opinions getting in the way. I want to live with the one I love and not be afraid of money. I want to be an high school English teacher, and love my job. I want friends who will actually talk to me, and want to know how I am. I want to be myself without judgement. I want to not be afraid anymore. I want to live, not just exist. I want to do more than sleep and work. I want to be happy. I want to love life. Some of these things can wait, I know. Yet, others should just be natural to me now, and I'm stuck. The art of being stuck, is not a beautiful one.



















