What next?

I want to. It's so simple when I say it that way. Except that its not...so simple.

Because I say I want to eat a cheese-crust pizza with much more conviction and I express my desire to sit on little dogs to see them yelp(or maybe die) with much more spontaneity. My first tantrum- when I was 8yrs old, I remembering lying on my back and flailing my arms and legs about Veronica Lodge style..all for a goddamn birthday barbie. That was want! The burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, knowing that if you don't get it, this minute! This freaking second!...you'd simply die...


I want to. Hell yes, I do. But its not that simple.