i want to be your crystal baller.

i don't want to do this. i want to cuddle with you on the couch. i want to hangout at my best friend's house and piss off her parents. i want to play tony hawk on PlayStation. i want to climb a tree. i want to run wild. i want to jump on the trampoline we put up with our bare hands. i want to have a taco eating contest. i want to feel infinite. i want to go barefoot. i want to wake up at three in the p.m. i want to go get a sonic burger. i want to stay with Madi for weeks. i want to eat cookie dough until i feel like i'm going to puke. i want to play Mario Kart Double Dash on the game cube and scream at the top of my lungs. i want to hangout, the four of us. i want to go swing for hours on end. i want to go to go California. i want to listen to Cher and stay home alone and dance around in my underwear. i want to walk to the park. i was on the road to discovering myself, but i think i've taken a detour. i've made a pit stop. and i am okay with that. i'm at the beach, there is sand between my toes, my drink has a umbrella in it, i can see the sun through my eyelids.