dear ms. howey,

I want to move out of this town one day. perhaps I'll go to England or New Zealand, somewhere away from stereotypes and discrimination. this town is full of boys who use the word "gay" as an insult. this town is full of girls who block the hallway, watching you with narrowed eyes, murmuring under pouted lips. this town is full of a system that relies on corn and cows. part of me wants to stay in the country, to stay in the peacefulness of 9pm sunsets. part of me wants to go to New York City and get caught up in the bustle of people on cobblestone streets. I want to leave this town; I yearn for something bigger, something more significant. I want to go somewhere where being different is okay, and I want someone who accepts that. I want to leave this shitty town and the people and their leering and the past. I want.

I'm scared of the future, yet I long for it. I compare it to a romantic relationship, one you want so, so badly, but you're afraid of what the outcome will be. the future, for me, is college and a nice house and maybe even a family. I wish I could see what happened to me. I wish I could see if I ever fall in love with someone. I wish I could see when and how I die. I wish.

I hope I become important to someone one day. I hope that there's a person who loves me so much that all they can think about is my eyes. I hope I feel that way about someone. I hope I can never focus on tasks because all I can possibly wonder about is how that person's lips taste. I hope.

so I wrote half of this for a school assignment, and then just added more on.