I wish...

I wish...
...that I didn't feel like I have to hide most of the time, if not all the time.
...that I had more friends on Skype because convincing myself that the world isn't out to get me is not coming easy.
...that there was such a thing as time devices that could actually pick you up and toss you over to whatever the next item on the agenda was since I'm horrible at policing myself if everything isn't laid out beforehand.
...that news reports weren't all over the latest Boston murder when I turn the radio on in the morning, the dark tone doesn't help me any.  Could be hurting, I don't know.
...that my memories would go away (this ties in with the first item above, I wouldn't want to hide so much if I didn't feel so haunted).