I have a headache, and I’m tired, and I’m bored. Its 9:29 p.m. My battery is dying. I’m just sitting here thinking. Listening to some of my favorite bands. Re-visiting in my mind, some bad decisions that I’ve made. Wishing I could change the past. Wishing I had taken a certain job I was offered, Instead of settling for the jobs I could care less for. Wishing I had really fought for a girl that let me go, because I know I could have changed her mind; Eventhough I probably wouldn’t have. I wish that I wasn’t as bitter as I often find myself to be, eventhough I’m pretty sure I’ve earned the right to. I wish I could change traditionalists into relationship seekers. I wish everyone could experince love, like the love my parents have for me, because I know I don’t deserve it. I wish I didn’t fail so much. I wish a girl liked me for me, not for my sexy beard. I wish my friends lived near me. I wish I was home.