I want night classes to not exist. I want people to not have BO. I want to enjoy Pizza Hut Cheese Sticks without feeling bad about it. I want more hours in the day. I want my room to be spotless, my laundry to be done. I want to be a phenomenal cook. I want to get the internship of my dreams so I can land the job of my dreams. I want my chocolate milk warmed to exactly 50 seconds in the microwave. I want to see my family back home in Philadelphia. I want a hug. I want to snuggle. I want my last year in college to go slow and fast all at the same time. I want attention. I want endless love. I want to visit Paris, London, Madrid. I want my medicine filled. I want to act again, be on the stage. I want Sigma Kappa on Pitt’s campus. I want gays and lesbians to have the same rights that I do. I want people to not hate. I want justice to be served to those that have wronged others. I want to be in control of my own body. I want…
…to not want.
To all the girls crying over assholes, just stop. Whatever it is that keeps you hanging on, let go. You’re the one putting off your happy ending. There’s a man out there who will treat you 10 times better, you just have to let him.
Absolutely love this dress. I wonder if separate skirts and bodices are going to be the new thing?
It’s sad how the biggest thing this country can stand together for is the internet. Just because a problem doesn’t effect you, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t fight for it.
my friend sean is a great writer!