wishing.

Wishing for something doesn’t make it come true. I remember I got told when I was really young that if I wanted something enough and wished hard enough for it, it will happen. And then that shitty thing called growing up starts to happen. You start to realise that the only way of getting exactly what you want in this world is by hard work, and at the end of the day, even that doesn’t seem to be enough. I wish for people to be happy and yet as much as I work hard to make it happen, they don’t look happy. They say they are. They smile but I can tell they don’t mean it. I can see when people are sad and I can see when they need help and love, but as much as I try to give them that, I feel like I get pushed away. I feel like I get left in a corner and people often forget about me, and how I feel. I wish that not only could I make other people happy, I wish I knew a way of making myself happy too. Because as difficult as it is to please others, it’s even harder to please yourself. I’m not saying people should go out their way to be nice to be. Or try their best to cater for my every emotion, I’m just wishing for a little more, I don’t know, reassurance? That people do care. Everyone has good days and bad days. Everyone gets sad from time to time, it’s just knowing that people care about you that can make a bad day become a good day.

Wishing for things doesn’t make it come true. So how do I know wishing for people to care will actually make them care. Because it won’t. People only care if you’re pretty, famous or dying. And I am none of these so at the end of the day it’s no surprise i’m pushed into a corner. I guess wishing isn’t enough for anyone, unless you have a fairy godmother and I do not have one of those either.