i wish i was witty well, wittier i wish i was wise and i wish the percentage of times i’m right about things went from 95 to 100 because really, i’m right a lot of the time but i would like to be right all of the time. i wish i could sing better people tell me i can sing but i wish i could sing the best i wish belting on a west end stage came as naturally to me as mumbling does. i wish i was the best at everything, really i wish i could talk on the phone without choking and i wish i could talk to people in person also without choking. i wish my feet didn’t smell so bad and that i didn’t cry in public as often as i do. i wish i didn’t get so jealous and i wish i could stop thinking that the people laughing near me are laughing about me. i wish i could stop cracking my fingers not because i want to stop but because it grosses everyone out. i wish i was more flexible in terms of both touching my toes and changing plans i wish i didn’t think about eating the way i do i wish i could have a slice of pizza at a party without hating myself. i wish i was patient, less stubborn and brave i wish i was more interesting but that might be one of those things where everyone else thinks i’m interesting but i don’t because i’m me and i know i spend most of my days wearing pajamas in my room, which isn’t that interesting. i’m not even saying that to be cute and quirky, i am just genuinely undressed in my room most of the time. i wish i was actually as mysterious as everyone who doesn’t know me thinks i am. i wish i didn’t feel like i had to be the best at everything i wish i could give myself the freedom to make a mistake without thinking about the mistake for an entire week after the mistake. i wish i wasn’t so hard on myself. maybe i should stop looking for things i don’t like about me now