After one of my recent blowups, I began thinking about various
things that aren’t happening in my life. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do
anything stupid.
I wish, I was able to communicate better with other people.
I wish, I had good eye contact with everyone.
I wish, I had people around my age to talk to.
I wish, I didn’t blow up when stuff I need get broken.
I wish, my heart wasn’t filled with sadness.
I wish people understood me.
I wish, I was more outgoing.
I wish, I had more of a positive personality.
I wish I was waking up in bed with my true love.
I wish, I wasn’t overweight.
I wish, I had a lot of friends.
I wish, I wasn’t living in a bubble.
I wish, I wasn’t dependent on my parents.
I wish, I wasn’t nervous around people.
I wish, my all my problems went away.
I wish, I was happy.
I wish, I wasn’t alone when out on Friday nights.
I wish, I wasn’t depressed most of the time.
I wish money wasn’t an issue.
I wish, I was normal like other people.
I wish the little things didn’t bother me.
I wish most of my life was a bad dream.