I just don’t wanna.
I slept on clean sheets last night, but I didn’t wanna
I cooked supper all last week, but I didn’t wanna
I promised the kids I’d “try” and bring them to school next week, but I don’t wanna
I have to do everything all by myself even tho, I don’t wanna
I have to be mature and responsible, and I don’t wanna (can you tell?)
I am sick of everything! I wanna do things I wanna do.
I wanna sleep for 8 hours a night and not be woken up to blaring gospel music at 6am (thank you Sam and Juli)
I wanna lay in bed and read all day. Under the covers.
I wanna be taken care of.
I wanna stop worring.
I wanna have fun. Real fun, not “laura pretending to have fun” kind of fun.
I wanna be with Jeff.
I’m a brat today, sorry.