I don't want to tell you what I am going to do next because life seems like such a competition and I'm not even out of college yet, so why would I give you my entire gameplan; get your own material and leave me alone. I will make it.

I want to tell you, how I feel about you, the good and the bad, all of you, the good and the bad, to your face, but I can't, because, I don't know why; maybe because of my conscience?

I don't want to go to class today because I know I didn't read the assignment closely enough.

I want to know how it was possible for me to get to this point in my education with a 3.5 GPA.

I don't want to start more projects; I want them all to be finished.

I want/need Spring Break.

I don't want to go home during break.

I want to be a part of something bigger than just me: Invisible Children, Neo-Futurists, Second City.

I don't want to feel like I'm wasting time.

I want to be writing, constantly.

I don't want a life where I fall into obscurity.

I want to live like nothing is holding me back.