For Christmas I just want my old life back. I want to sit down and write about anything and everything. I want to go to a school that I love, and where I know the people love me. I want to sit in front of a piano and play scores and scores of music at a time. I want to not have a clue what I'm doing with my life and love it. I want to want to be able to cry and laugh and get mad when I want to. I want to get sick and not have a boss to take that against me. I want to be able to believe, and pray and believe. I want to sing at the top of my lungs and still make music. I want to take walks in the rain. I want to hold hands with somebody, kiss their fingertips, look them in the eyes and tell them I love them. I want to be smart and funny, have people fall crazily in love with me, break their hearts, and break mine in the process too. I want to sleep on the weekends. I want to not have the money to buy what I want. I want to be passionate about something other than my job. I want to be smart. I want to be smart. I want to be smart. I want things to make no sense whatsoever but end up alright.

For Christmas I just want my old life back. It doesn't have to be wrapped in holiday paper or come in a box. I just want it back. It can come through the mail or I could come pick it up somewhere. It doesn't matter, really. I just want my old life back.

I'm waiting for it. Please don't lemme down. I always come through for you. I think it's about time you did the same for me.


XOXO
Kitten :)

PS You still have around 27 days before Christmas. That's enough time, I think. But in case you need more time, try not to put too much pressure on me while I'm waiting. I am tired, you know.

Labels: feelings, nonsense

kitten posted @ 3:40 PM