Sex and the city

I wish I lived in New York, the big apple, the city that never sleeps.
I wish I was Carrie Bradshaw, or Charlotte, or Miranda, or Samantha. (Well, without fur clothes).
I wish I could be so happy and so glamorous, I really do.

But I’m not them. I’m just a fat sixteen year old girl that has just eaten cold spaghetti in front of her computer.
I’m just a confused teenager, because I don’t really know some sexual things about me. I wish sex was as easy as theirs.

I wish I had money, I wish I could buy lots of clothes, but I bet I wouldn’t find anything sized for me. I hate it, because I want to be thin; I really hate thin people that says they’re fat. It makes me sick.
I know I don’t really do anything to solve my problem, but I just hate sport, and I’d be vegetarian if I could, but my family are meat-eaters.(me and mum don’t eat too much meat, but Christmas and Easter are all about meat).

I wish the world was fair. I wish AIDS disappeared (because that man really shocked me). I wish everybody was able to marry with their lovers. I wish Catholics didn’t exist.
I wish I was braver, I wish my hair was nice. I wish my eyes were blue, or green, or grey, or golden. I wish death didn’t exist, so I could meet John. ( and I could live forever). I wish rich people didn’t keep all their money for them. I wish racism, Nazism, homophobia, animal cruelty; disappeared from earth, I truly do.

I wish someone read this. I wish I could shout.