Love. Dreams. Life. Imagination. Hope. Take this blabbering as whatever you would like. It's quite likely that these words make no sense at all, as my mind is all over the place lately. I can't seem to hold onto any single idea. I wanted to share it, but I'm not even sure why anymore.

I find myself spending hours and hours dreaming and thinking, even more so than usual. Save reading for a while, it's all I've done all day. I love life. I love dreams. I know they say you can never dream too much, but sometimes my mind hurts me for it. It feels as though with each passing day, I detach myself from reality a little more and lose myself further in the fantasies in my head. And I feel crazy! But I know I'm not...it's so difficult. I always feel so out of place, and I've never really /belonged/. And I'm lonely. I have friends, but I can't shake this emptiness. Anyway, dreams are so beautiful, but so dangerous. That's why they are not only my greatest gift, but my greatest curse.

I hope that didn't sound depressing in any way, because it isn't.