When it comes down to it, I'm the world's most selfish person

I want material things. More shoes. Better clothes. I can't seem to amass enough jeans and heels and and dresses to be satisfied. I fall for the trap of obsessing over name brands. I'm kidding no one; I'm a label whore.

I want to be a better person. Someone you'll like, someone you'll trust, someone you'll turn to. Someone you admire.

I want to get over my insecurities. I want to walk tall, chin up with confidence. I want to be void of all doubts.

I want to be more giving, more altruistic. A better Christian, a better giver of time and resources.

I want the excellent job with the big paycheck. I want the name recognition and the monetary reward.

I want you to think I'm beautiful.

I want to be a mother. I want a housefull of children. I want to be at least a fraction of how good a mother my mother was.

I want it all.