Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

When I was 3, I wanted the air flight attendant Barbie set that came with the Barbie airplane.
I got it.
When I was 5, I wanted Tekno, the robot dog toy.
I got it.
When I was 10, I wanted a Playstation so that I could play Dance Dance Revolution.
I got it.
When I was 15, I wanted a digital camera.
I got it.
Now I'm 19, and I want nothing that someone can buy me.

If I could write a wish list to you with the things I actually want at 19 years old and you could make them happen like you have previously, that'd be great.

This year I want
To be able to pull off parting my hair down the middle.
To be able to wake up without pressing the snooze button.
To have my hair be straight after showering if I want it to be.
To not have my mouth be crooked.
To not have to dye my roots every month.
To be able to put my feelings aside.
To get drunk and not cry at the end of the night in my bed.
To be able to travel (to be able to afford it).
To be a good singer so my neighbors don't get mad when I sing at the top of my lungs when I pee after class.
To be able to tell people how I feel.
To not feel bad when I tell people how I feel.
To be able to walk in tall heels.
To not be so scared of people.
To believe in myself a little more.
To break my habit of constantly pushing my hair behind my ear.
To stop feeling sorry for myself.
To find a cute boy to just talk to.
To have a boy make me feel pretty.
To feel pretty.
To see my sister more.
To take pictures every day.
To see beautiful things.
To meet beautiful people.
To stop holding onto my past.
To not have anxiety.
To dance.
To kiss someone and never talk to them again.
To kiss someone and not have feelings for them after.
To be in love.
To laugh.
To smile.
To live.


Sincerely,
You should know me by now