I want to move out already.
I want to finish school already.
I want to be eighteen already.
I want to dye my hair a crazy abnormal colour and cut it.
I want to buy creepy gothic-like clothes and shoes from eBay.
I want to have a job that doesn’t mind my hair colour or facial peircings.
I want to get friends who don’t know or/and care about the past stories.
I want to get mindlessly drunk whenever the fuck I WANT to.