Sad Reality.

I wish I could leave.

I wish I didn’t need a degree.

I wish I could accomplish my dreams and still make decent money.

I wish I could enjoy life without stress.

I wish I could make more time, time for myself and for others.

I wish I didn’t feel anxiety, anxiety about things, I can’t even control.

I wish I didn’t hold people I love back, keep them from pursuing their dreams.

I wish I had more confidence, and that my brain wouldn’t warp my body.

I wish my scars would be less visible, but also, sometimes, I wish I had more.

I wish my life was going the way I planned.

But I guess I should get back to reality.