move out

All I can think about what I want in life is to have some crappy apartment, just moving in and having no furniture… Going to work somewhere downtown in some city, and coming home to my empty apartment. Getting a dog that I can talk to, and have my hands smell like dog all the time, and have my fridge barren, except for the carton of mushrooms, some chocolate soy milk, hot sauce and pickles. In my cabinets all I’d have is rice and spices, mostly really spicey ones (CURRY! :D!) I’d have a few plates, but not much. I’d have time to paint, and I could leave my windows open all night if I wanted. I don;t think I want anything more then that really. I don’t see why that seems like it’s not possible… It seems so…. impossible right now. I can just imagine how happy I could be when I got my first couch xD I guess what I really want is some kind of change… Something more then sharing a crappy small room with my sister,.... I’m never in my room, it’s too cluttered and small, and nothing in it is really mine. I don’t really care about those objects… I don’t want any more objects. I don’t really want anything really. Maybe just a dog I can walk and give baths too and buy toys for.