Wasted wishes.

She wished she could be as talented as _______

As witty as ______

She imagined herself in a coffee shop, with a little notepad

Writing away, drawing inspiration from passersby out the window

“Maybe one day I’ll become a real writer”, she thought

“I’ll have readings and book signings and -”

It dawned on her. She was too shy. She barely left her house. She hated the taste of caffeine.

She stared at her piles of half-written pieces.

“Eh. Someday,” she said, sipping on vitamin water.


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