How has it come that my sun filled hours and nightly ones have been possessed, no, for a better word, HIJACKED by day dreams and fantasies?
This is absurd. Is my life truly so boring I have want of another? Does my longing run so deep as to constantly think about what might life could be like? (Or in some situations, what my life could be like if I was someone else entirely.)
And so this wandering train of thought brought me to a point of wondering: " What do those who have everything they want day dream about?" Do they at all? What is life like without impossible aspirations to strive for? Boring? Satisfactoy? Awesome as fuck?
Someone get back to me on this. It's important to my well-being.
Striking a different tack, when will I finally accomplish something I can always feel accomplished for doing? It's nerve-wracking nowadays. I've begun to lower my standards. Screw love, I'll settle for a pretty girl who likes me. Screw being famous, I'll settle for one day liking myself. And LASTLY, screw you, because there is no one reading what I write.
I think, therefore I am.
I think I am alone, so I must be, correct?
I wondered why we never used the front door at my grandmother's old house. Now I know.
People take for granted something, or someone, that actually serves their intended purpose. This is my new excuse for not doing what I'm told.
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