What I want

I want a quiet life after all.
I want smiles, laughs, I want my actions to be myself with as few compromises as possible.
I want a daughter named Penelope.
I want to travel far and wide.
I want comprehension, getting along with my partner, I want cuddles and warmth.
I want to be me, ‘cause being me might not be THAT cool, but it’s great.
I want to be brave enough to ignore all these fucking assholes.
I want to believe that what I do matters, that my choices are not illusions.
I want to be still proud of myself ten years from now.
I want to be still this open minded ten years from now.
I want to learn at least two more languages.
I want to want something so badly that I can forget everything else for a while.
I want more hair and a better body.
I want to be able to say that I’m working on at least half the things I listed so far.
I want my parents to live better lives.
I want them to know how much I love them.
I still want to go through a bunch of shit, come out of it and feel stronger.