I feel like a little monster of want. I want so much, and for what? I want to be famous. I want to have an adult relationship with my mom. I want to have enough money. I just want enough money. I want to be free. I want a house that's mine. I want to be happy. I want that to be higher on this list. I want to have a lot of good and exciting sex. I want to be in love. I want to hold on to that love. I want to not be scared of that love. I want to be skinny and hot. I want to be an artist always. I want to not feel like a monster of want. I want a career. I want to move to London. I want to go back to school. I want a real human connection and friendship. I want, I want, I want to be happy, healthy, and honest. If I could have just those 3 H’s and just enough money. I think I could quiet the monster. The thing with wanting is that very seldom are the things you want gifted to you. I have to go out and quiet all these wants on my own. I know they won't just go away. Until then, I guess I’ll just be a little monster of want.