I feel rather cleaver, living on webs of lies and self amusement. Not even using the word clever, I just laugh at my dull wit that the internet is killing. Knowing I can go on, and be nothing more then what I am, but staying in this dream of the present... it is getting on my nerves. At this point in time, I am just watching how this me is running the show, how did I lose so much control, what happened to my will to strive. Laziness plays a factor and what I would give for a care bear stare to the face and a wad of 1000 dollar bills. I regret not living up to the goody goody standard most people have of me, and laugh inside that I was able to put up a farce like that in the first place. Maybe because I can hold my words well and spout things with hidden or no meanings people just disregard what I say and laugh it off.