Dear God,

I hope your listening, it's me, Mollie. I can't pour myself onto a computer screen. it doesn't work for me. I'm brutally honest. this is how I feel. I want to escape. I want to love until it hurts. I want to laugh until my stomach is thriving in pain. I want to smile until my cheeks blister from excitement. exhaustion from happiness, mm, this is how I want to feel. I want to feel joy in every aspect possibly. This is all I wish. tangible objects mean nothing to me.. I want life to smack me in the fact.

Love, Molls.