I want to choose everything. I want to drown in choices.
I want to choose where I live, want to choose what language I speak, I want to choose who I love and how. I want to choose who to become and I want to choose to not remember certain things and make up others.
I want to choose what kind of loneliness I can bear, and what kind of fears I get to keep. I want to choose the shade of happiness I prefer and I want to choose how late into the night is too late. I want to choose to leave everything behind if I think it’s best and I want to not feel guilty all the time for wanting to choose these things.
I want to erase all the things I didn’t choose and then choose them again if I see it fit. Or choose the complete opposite. I want to reinvent things, and myself mostly and be more and be less and be everything and nothing.
I want. All the time.