I'd wish for an infinite number of wishes for my birthday. Unlimited wishes to wish for lots of money, to be pretty, to be happy, to wish well for the others, to wish for whatever else I wanted. Although I perfectly knew that this "infinite wish" wouldn't come true.
And again, when I was young I'd cry. Over losing a dollars, perhaps, over quarreling with my parents, over losing my friends, over not wanting to make enemies, over being bullied, over falling down.
And times where I'd worried, about tomorrow about my studies, about upsetting my parents, about the jade chopsticks I broke, about the tortoise being lost, about what's right and wrong to say, about getting home on time.
But all in all, I've never wished so hard. I've never cried this much. I've never worried as badly.
Ah. How simplistic. I wish I could be young forever, with the brains of a young one too. So easily satisfied with a little coaxing, a piece of sweet or an ice cream or a smile.
I'm so not looking forward for the trip.
Good night. I'm going to sleep.
I don't ever want to wake up till it's all over.
Childish thoughts. Like no action being done can solve everything in an instant. I'm 17+ and I should act like one I know. Time doesn't stop for me I know. Running away doesn't solve problems I know.
But I still want to run away, from this world. It's just not suited for me. Oh please just tell me what should I do.