I wish things were different. I wish no one could ever feel I wasn’t good enough, much less tell me to my face. I wish things would be more simple, that things didn’t get so complicated. I wish I would be the one that gets chosen just once because then things would work out. I wish I wasn’t the girl that was a great listener, good advice giver and that one that can give everything someone may need, but never the girl with the title. I’m nineteen and in no hurry to fall or be in love. I don’t let guys define me. I’m happy just being me. But that doesn’t change the fact that it all still hurts. I feel like its one big mind game that I can never win. I just wish things were different. I wish I was good enough for you. And as for the other, I wish you didn’t have that awful girlfriend of yours.