Dreaming... Seriously, where does it take you? Whether it's a small dream or the dream of your life, it always hurts when the dream is over and everything falls apart. It always hurts when you're forced to face reality and see the ugly truth.

Personally, I'm going to stop dreaming, it never did me any good. I'm going to bring my head down from the clouds and face the hard, cold ground where I keep falling. If I stop flying up there I won't fall anymore... right? If I force myself to always face reality, to always see the ugly truth underneath the sugar coating of stupid, pathetic, childish dreams I won't get hurt anymore.

Actually, to be honest, I don't even think I can dream anymore. The lack of faith keeps me from dreaming, it even keeps me from living. This lack of faith in myself and people in general makes me a wanderer, a mindless puppet with no direction. And, as usual, I'm not even making sense anymore. Better wrap it up for today.

To a better tomorrow!