In a Parallel Universe

I would never be scared of bullies, or of getting bullied.
I would have more self control.
I would not call, when I told myself I would not call.
I would never ever fall in love.
I would be a size 10.
I would like most people.
I would be liked by most people.
I would be intelligent and an MBA holder.
I would have travelled to America, the UK, Egypt, Ireland.
I would not be clingy.
I would have more self confidence.
I would not have this eternal desire to prove myself to the rest of the world.
I would not fall for people in the blink of an eye.
I would be a great role model to my younger sisters.
I would have a man who may not hold me, but who will yell at me for not informing him if I get home late.

In a Parallel Universe. Words are falling like an endless rain into a paper cup. They slip away and slither away.