Fuck a subject.
I'm tired. I'm lonely. I want a bottle of beanblossom blush, and a joint. I have neither. I want a girlfriend with a high IQ and a monster libido. I don't have that either, and I don't see myself being so lucky. I want lots of things. I want to bitch about it. I want somebody to give a care, other than me, and I want it to be genuine. I want to reconnect with old friends. I want to be myself, and not have that result in the ugliness of the human race making itself fucking way too obvious. I even NEED some of these things. I want to see something true, I want to be something true. I want to be able to give a fuck about all of the things everyone else gives a fuck about. It'd be way easier living if I could. I want to be free, and I am not. I want someone to reach out for me, or back at me or fucking something that might show me that what I am is not revolting, or too off color, or too deep, or too shallow or whatever. I want someone to be able to percieve the inside me, I want someone to read between the lines... In short, it would be so nice to be suprised.