Today my mother said to me, sighing, I wonder if we ever won’t have to ration food? It feels like during the war or something. and it got me then thinking as well:
I wonder if we’ll ever have enough money so we won’t have to worry about being able to pay our bills?
I wonder if I’ll ever find love?
I wonder if I’ll ever find happiness?
I wonder if my break in life will ever come?
I wonder if things will ever start looking up?
I wonder if I’ll ever find peace?
I wonder if I’ll ever feel well again?
I wonder when my real life will begin?