If Nothing Mattered…

I’d smoke.
I’d quit both my jobs.
I’d eat what I wanted.
I’d drop out of school and leave the country.
I’d write and create and listen to music.
I’d make a new group of friends.
I’d sleep better.
I’d kiss without second thought.
I’d say what I felt without worrying how immature it sounded.
I’d spend my money: no more saving for ideas.
I’d dance and scream and feel.
I’d kill myself.
But too much matters.