A Prayer for Next Year

Dear Universe

Next year, i promise to do everything right if you grant me a couple of things. I want a home, a real home, the kind of home that i felt my apartment was for the first six months of this year, i want a beige couch and i want a dining table that can sit six people, i want to earn a living, i want to show the world that i am a really hard worker, i want to continue feeling calm and collected, it's better than any high any drug can give me, i want more people in my life, people who are positive, happy and encouraging. Next year, please make sure that my parents will be happy. I want security, please give me that that's more important to me than anything. Next year, please let me be met with opportunities to grow as a Writer because honestly, it's all i know how to do. Please let my out of whack sleeping patterns get straightened out.
Don't let me get all weird and deep and thinking about dumb stuff that doesn't help anyone and let me be even more practical and sensible than i've grown to be this year. Please let me stop gossiping because that's really bad for us. Please let me speak less and show more. Please don't let those tarot cards be right because it was such a grim spread and now i regret doing it.

- Y