I wish I was 5, and we weren’t bitchy.
I wish I thought harder about the impact of my words before I ever used them.
I wish you realized that I’m not here for your entertainment.
I wish everyone was given a clean slate, and could start over.
I wish past mistakes weren’t held against anyone.
I wish impressions weren’t that hard to change.
I wish going there was what it was supposed to be, and not what it has become, for me.
I wish I didn’t know any of this; because ignorance is bliss.
I wish you actually tried to get to know me, before judging me, and later talking about it.
I wish I actually tried to get to know you, we could have been friends.
But no, the only way I’ll get a clean slate is uprooting, and moving.
Maybe that’s exactly what I’ll do.
After all, there is really no point in staying if I can’t focus, and if the fellowship I get revolves around scandals, and friends aren’t genuine.