I wish I could talk without saying the wrong thing.
I wish I could please everyone.
I wish I could please anyone.
I wish I could make myself happy.
I wish I could make everyone happy.
I wish I didn’t stress everyone around me out so much. I wish I didn’t stress me out so much.
“I wish I found some chords in an order that is new, I wish I didn’t have to rhyme every time I sang —
I was told when I got older all my fears would shrink but now I’m insecure, and I care what people think.”
I am, a lot of the time nowadays, the happiest I have ever been — and with that, on occasion, I find myself to be the most anxious, stressed, and depressed I have ever been. I’m trying my hardest to navigate it but it’s like the people I love are two sides of the same coin that is my life — that coin is in motion, flying through the air, and I want desperately to please everyone but I’m terrified of losing someone when it lands.
















