I wish that I was fun to be around I wish that I healthier. I wish that I was more entertaining. I wish that people didn't just stop talking to me for no reason. I wish that I didn't just stop talking to people for no reason. I wish that I got more letters. I wish that I wrote more letters. I wish I got more emails. I wish I got less forwards and mass-mails. I wish I understood the misanthropy of hermits. I wish I had more superficial friends. I wish I had friends that always planned for me. I wish that I talked to the friends that I have more often. I wish that I wasn't such a pushover. I wish that I wasn't scared of relationships. I wish that I cared less. I wish that I cared more. I wish that I was extroverted. I wish that I was happy. I wish that I was loved. I wish that I had someone to spoon with and fall asleep against. I wish that I got telephone calls. I wish that I was invited to social gatherings. I wish that I had one best friend that put me above everyone else. I wish that my Fluoxetine was working already. I wish that I was outspoken. I wish I was opinionated I wish that I wasn't so pessimistic. I wish that I knew what to say. I wish that I had better responses. I wish that I knew haw to stay actively involved in a conversation. I wish that people took me seriously. I wish that I was allowed to bitch. I wish that I had better ideas. I wish that I could speak like I write. I wish I was allowed to discover who I am. I wish that people would just leave me alone sometimes. I wish that they wouldn't. I wish my date was tonight. I wish that I could cry. I wish that I got angry at people for hurting me. I wish that I was a conversationalist. I wish that I wasn't so meek. I wish that someone cared. I wish that I could tell stories well. I wish I had stories to tell. I wish I held people's undivided attention. I wish that I had more to look forward to this weekend than Housecleaning, Research, Homework, and a Play that's been lingering in my gullet like bile, since January. et al...