nothings

i wish i had something interesting to write.
more than interesting, i wish i had something life-changing to write about.
i wish i had something profound to say.
i feel i need to write, yet i've got nothing.
i wish i thought about things more often, and more deeply.
i wish that i wasn't so forgetful.
i wish i had more self-control.
i wish i knew what my tomorrows would bring.
i wish a lot of things.

but what would life be if i had all my wishes?
i would probably feel less accomplished.
it would not be so exciting.

i feel like i can't think any deeper than a five-year-old.
but maybe i should be happy with that.
why do i want my mind to be running with ideas?
it is nice to just sit and not think at all.

and i should just go to bed since i have to wake up in three hours.