I want to go outside.
...No, I want to sleep.
Fuck, no, outside. A walk. A long walk, where I can think, and my thoughts won't be reverberated back to me, bouncing off of my loud colored, memory-splattered walls. A walk in the opening, where it's not chilly, and I can look up and seefeel
And all I want is a walk with sunlight and rays and warmth and a place to get rid of all of these long sentences.