i wish:

  • to be mentally stable so people stop getting tired of how much of a downer i am
  • i didn’t have all these mental illnesses that make the people i love around me exhausted
  • my mother thought i was enough
  • to never become like her
  • my thoughts would stop spiraling
  • i weren’t so lonely in a room full of friends and people
  • to be able to sleep through the night without nightmares
  • i had a good relationship with my parents
  • my mother would stop commenting on my weight
  • to feel loved without having to ask for it
  • i didn’t feel so much
  • my father didn’t scare me
  • i could write about happier things
  • to sleep forever
  • to be happy
  • to feel like i am worth something
  • i weren’t just a waste of space
  • to leave this country
  • i could speak my mind freely in a country without any First Amendment rights
  • my skin color doesn’t affect the way people treat me
  • for the world to stop just for a second so i can fucking breathe
  • i didn’t have to take 2 shots of brandy every morning to numb my feelings
  • i didn’t have feelings
  • you loved me as much as i do you
  • i wrote more
  • to not repress my feelings
  • people would be more patient with me
  • i knew how to love and be loved in a healthy way
  • i were smart enough to go to grad school
  • people would stop taking me for granted
  • for people to realize that my time is worth something too
  • to take better care of myself
  • someone cared enough to put me first and take care of me
  • to be loved
  • to feel loved
  • i loved myself
  • i knew what happens next