For the past three years, when I’ve noticed the clock has turned to 11:11 pm, I’ve made the same single wish every single time (even though I can’t wholeheartedly say I believe in that sort of stuff). The wish seriously hasn’t changed in three years. I pray about it too. Every night. I want so badly to say it, but I can’t. It’s not that I can’t say it because of some superstition. I just can’t. It’s such a long story (and when I say long, I mean REALLY really really long) and I don’t know how to tell anyone because I know for a fact that no one in this world would understand. No one. But the only reason why I’m putting this here in this very vague post is solely for my soul to have the slightest bit of relief watching these words being typed out and sent out into the world.