I have always wanted to go on a road trip. I've wanted red rain boots ever since I grew out of my old ones when I was three. On beautiful days like today, I have difficulty believing that my favourite colour is indigo. It seems like my favourite colour should be a lush green, a sunny yellow-gold. Even a warm, buttery cream seems more appropriate than indigo.
Some evenings, I have an urge to go to the beach. I love the song Freebird and I want it to be played at my memorial when I die. I have a box of letters in my room, locked up, for almost everyone I have an opinion about, because I'm terrified of dying with anything unsaid.
I dream of getting out of here some day, just up and going, because this suburb is far too suburban.
I want to go to university, but I don't know what to study; I want to be an author some day. I love my mum more than anyone else on Earth.