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I keep thinking about the future.
I find myself not wanting to be a freshman anymore. I want to be older, on my own.
I want to buy a car.
I want to live in the Midway, and be surrounded by constant creation.
I want a steady job and the loving arms of my boyfriend.
I really really reall want to live in the Midway. Either room 4 or room 27. I want to paint the walls in a deep goldenrod or a subtle maroon. I want to buy throw pillows and bookcases and coffeetables and set up my own little life in a colony of artists.
Maybe I could work at Murtha's office. Or Starbucks. I just want to be me. I don't want to be a little girl anymore.
I feel like doing crazy things...getting piercings, taking up smoking, I just want to get out of this skin.
I find myself not wanting to be a freshman anymore. I want to be older, on my own.
I want to buy a car.
I want to live in the Midway, and be surrounded by constant creation.
I want a steady job and the loving arms of my boyfriend.
I really really reall want to live in the Midway. Either room 4 or room 27. I want to paint the walls in a deep goldenrod or a subtle maroon. I want to buy throw pillows and bookcases and coffeetables and set up my own little life in a colony of artists.
Maybe I could work at Murtha's office. Or Starbucks. I just want to be me. I don't want to be a little girl anymore.
I feel like doing crazy things...getting piercings, taking up smoking, I just want to get out of this skin.