WannaBeGeekGirl's Journal: I saw a falling star; this is my wish:

I wish for a miracle cure for depression to be found: even if it occurs too late for me.

I wish this so that no one, not my loved ones, not perfect strangers, not beautiful children, not lonely aging people, not even terrible intolerant people that have done horrible things, and those that have hurt me the most will ever have to deal with this disease again.

I wish this on my falling star. May it become a miracle for future generations, or even tomorrow. Regardless of if it saves me from the disease, that is my wish, that no more humans or their loved ones will feel pain from this selfish disease.

~looks to the sky~ ~whispers her wish~