I want to write a story that people make fanart about

But I won't

I want to be a better person, or at least find a way to feel less useless

But I won't

I want to change this world into one where people can be happy

But I won't

I am too worn down by fate

To exist is, itself, exhausting

And I am running low on fuel to keep me going

No matter how many things I think I would like to do, it all sounds too much

I want to get out of this place, carve myself out some semblance of a home

But I won't

I want to be able to feel, just for myself, and not be so tuned in to the pain of others

But I won't

I want to feel your heartbeat against mine—just for a moment, to remind me you're alright

But I won't