I can't

stop thinking

thinking about everything.

I think a lot about what life will be like when I really live

Socrates would say that my life is worthless because I don't do anything

He is probably right.

I think

sometimes about my future

I hope that I'll have a boyfriend that will kiss my scar on my lip

because he thinks it's pretty

I'm pretty.

I think 

I think maybe I am not good enough

for goals

for a boyfriend that kisses scars

for the kind of life Socrates says is a life.