[ WP ] In this world , everyone gets one wish granted a year

I woke up normal like any other day, dreading for the day to be over. My small apartment still a cluster of dirty clothes and food wrappings. As drag myself to my bathroom, I look to the table seeing a calendar under the ashtray full of cigarette and joint buds. It's the wishing day. Humanity's day to guess what they think makes them happy. I see people with their limited happiness as they usually enjoy and get bored of their materialistic wishes. Luckily the wishes are limited to only effect the individual, so wishing to nuke the world was out of the question. ( Luckily ) I look out the window with envy, wishing I could be happy with simplicity. Wishing I could connecting with them, understand how they could smile. I think about asking for that, but I feel like it would just mask my true feelings of sorrow. I contemplate what to wish for; money? nope a miserable man with money is still miserable man, friendship? no the fact that the only way I connect to someone is if I wish for it is sad, a respectable career? Had I truly wanted it, I've would done it as a younger man. I could waste the wish like I do every year, but I am sick of having this thought process. I sit there looking in the mirror thinking. Then with a heavy heart I realize what I want, but a small part of me always knew what I wanted to wish for, a rope.
