The fat one has to speak.

I want to smash down my room wall and make it an open balcony. I want to move to a place where the brightest stars shine. I want to hang glittery lights all over my room and watch them glow at night. I want to have alternate days where I dress and make people turn heads. I want to ride on a hot air balloon and scream at the top of my lungs. I want to grab a stranger and kiss him, then tell him goodbye. I want to wear the lightest clothes and walk around the streets like I'm the only one there. I want to go to Paris and act like a woman in love. I want to buy bouquets of flowers and roses and throw them on the streets. I want a bed filled with stuffy pillows and take a knife and just keep stabbing each of them till the feathers fly everywhere. I want to grab the best guy and dance with him in the rain. I want to force him to beat me up so that I'd cry my lungs out. I want to go for a comedy and be the one laughing the hardest and loudest. I want to sit beside an old lady on the streets and make her laugh. I want to shave my head and let the wind blow on them. I want to dive into the deep blue sea and stare into the soulless pair of shark's eyes. I want to go to every woman in love and whisper to them: you're being cheated. I want to go to every guy in love and tell them to bring out their inner gay self. I want to make every guy believe they're gay. I want every woman to be soulless. Or I want to see everyone cry in disappointment. I want to see the world wake up and face reality. I want to see a world with sense, peace and justice. I want to see gold scattered around the streets and yet no one picks them up. I want to see myself standing at the top of the mountain. I want to feel the pain. I want to feel the happiness. I want to feel the loneliness. I want to feel relieved. I want to feel anger. I want to feel lightness. I want serenity. And I'll feel complete.