Wishy Wanty


I wish things. I want things. Then I feel bad for wishing and wanting things that I shouldn’t. Then I feel dumb for expressing the things I wish and want. Then I wish and want someone else to begin and continue the conversation of the wishing and wanting. Then I feel worse that I’ve expressed things and there is no response. And I feel dumb for being the only one who starts the conversation. Sometimes being a girl truly sucks.


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