Oh How I Wish

We all wish for a lot of things. Don't pretend you don't, we all do, all the time, especially when you see that really gorgeous girl walking down the hallway.
And me, I wish for a lot of stuff.
I wish that I was skinny. I wish that I was really funny. I wish that my best friend hadn't gotten herself pregnant. I wish that I had blue eyes. I wish that I could run and not sweat disgustingly. I wish that boy liked me. I wish that I had that girl's face. I wish that all the things that bug me, didn't bug me. I wish I didn't have freckles. I wish I was tan. I wish that I were rich. I wish that people didn't hate me. I wish I didn't care what everyone else thought of me. I wish I didn't care what I think of myself. I wish my dad didn't have to work two jobs. I wish that my mom didn't run a daycare in my house. I wish that I had someone to call and just talk to and not worry about them telling other people. I wish that I didn't wish for all the things I wish for. I wish that I wasn't so judgmental. I wish that I could be a really good example. I wish that I didn't have to worry whether or not my clothes would fit if I eat this slice of cake. I wish I had super powers. I wish that the girl my brother likes would like him back. I wish that my little sister wouldn't say she hates me every night. I wish I had a cool accent. I wish that I lived in Europe, preferably France, Ireland, or Britain. I wish I was good at math. I wish that my Grandpa wasn't dying.
I wish life wasn't dumb.