1. 11 Jun



    There’s always a place for the angry young (wo)man - with fist in the air, head in the sand.

    I wish that I didn’t feel so damn stagnant.

    I wish that I knew where I was, or where I was headed to.

    I wish that my job afforded me something of a nightlife. (Come to think of it, I wish that my job paid more and actually did something for my resume)

    I wish that I could drive, or had a car, because one would probably provide me with impetus for the other.

    I wish that I could make plans.

    I wish that I could go absolutely crazy over someone who was actually worth my time and effort.

    I wish that someone could turn me on.

    I wish that my childhood hadn’t conditioned me to feel absolutely mediocre at everything I do, because it makes it extremely difficult to take any pride in my work.

    I wish that I’d stop looking at everyone else around me and coveting everything that they have.

    I wish I could finish a book. Or a movie. Or anything, really.

    I wish this kitchen would clean itself.

    I wish that I didn’t feel so whiny and needy and anxious, and was actually doing something right now.