I wish I was with my friends, my family, the ones I miss SO much. Uncertainty is in the air in our beloved homeland. You have a constant fear of going to a place you'd never return from. This makes me worried sick. Still, the urge to visit the Land of Pure is welling up, more by the day, inside me. I miss home.
I wish my dearest friend would be so kind as to drop me an email telling me she's okay, she hasn't forgotten me, she... misses me. Oh well, I guess she's too busy to give a damn.
I wish I could have control over my pointless outbursts of anger, which I wistfully regret later. I wish I was not so short-tempered and had more patience. Duh.
I wish something really exciting would happen to me. You know, some big, completely unexpected surprise. 'Really excited', as I perceive the term, and my perception is quite different. Spotting someone I know on the way to, say, the mall, or just anywhere. Opening my inbox and finding a message from that special friend of mine, my dad taking us to a camping trip in the desert, or giving me permission to start piano classes. Haha, this is what 'really exciting' means to me. I know I'm very weird, and delusional, and blah blah. Whatever.
I wish I could... write. I wish I could pen a bestseller, something that has an impact on people. Ahhh...
Someone, please, jolt me out of my reverie. =|
Despite trying very hard to be precise, I end up far from precise. I need to work on it.
2 pleasant surprises:
I think all of us can relate to this in one way or the other. Really nicely written =)
And your exciting IS exciting if YOU think so. What does it matter if other people don't? This is your exciting. Not their's, okay?
Thanks! =D I didn't know anyone could relate to this!
And, plis say it, my 'really exciting' is kind of weird...
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