I don't want to listen to the Daily Show, I want to listen to the live version of "Like a Rolling Stone" from Live at Budokan.
I don't want to go to sleep, I want to feel the exhaustion in my bones and weariness in my eyes.
I don't want to hold back the tears.
I don't want to finish these Baby Goldfish crackers, they are absurdly small.
I don't want to take another pill, I want to feel better.
I don't want to describe the unusual harmonies, I want you to hear them.
How does it feel? To be without a home. No direction known. A complete unknown. Like a rolling stone.
I don't want to proofread that.
I don't want to unclasp the pearls that are half-choking my trachea.
Most of all, I don't want to hear Robin Williams right now.
When you ain't got nothing you got nothing to lose. You're invisible you got no secrets to conceal.
I want to apologize.
I want to cry it out.
I want to ride the train.
I want to sleep for eight hours under a fluffy down comforter with lots of pillows.
I want to finish crying, but I can't. I just can't. I just stop. I'm not done yet.