I want an email back. I want work experience. I want enough money. I want to stop stressing. I want September to arrive. And December. I want to fulfill my dreams. I want a Marc Jacobs handbag. I want to afford Chanel and L.K Bennett. I want to own 40 perfume bottles. I want to meet Gizzi Erskine. I also wouldn't mind meeting Victoria White. I want to be classed as an inspiration. I want to find a perfect hairdresser. I want to move to New York/London. I want to be recognised for my writing skills. I want to end up working on Company/Cosmopolitan Magazine. I want to go on the Television. I want to do exceptionally well at University. I want to make everyone proud. I want to have a famous persons number in my BlackBerry. I want to visit Los Angeles and California. I want someone to sing to me. I want to have no money worries. I want to find my perfect house. I want to get married when I'm older. I'm not particularly sure about the idea of children. I want people to remember me. I want to design my own fashion line. I want my dreams to never end. I want someone to look at me and say "You are one of the most fantastic writers I've ever known". I want to be artistic. I want to be able to sing. I want to star in a movie. I want Michael Buble to sing to me actually. I want to dye my hair purple. I want to get more than one tattoo. I want to get my blog even more recognised. I want to win the lottery. I want my family to be happy and healthy forever. I want my University friends to stay in my life forever.
I want doesn't get you anywhere.
Maybe I should start thinking about the things I need?
A watched phone never rings, just like a watched clock never moves.
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