I suppose my life would end up being a lot better if I believed a little more in myself... In my abilites and me as a person. There are a lot of things I have to overcome and it's not worth looking back to count them. I just have to strive to reach the tranquility I once held so dear and yet gave up so easily. Then maybe my mouth will moisten and be lifted from the dry feeling I always seem to have these days.

Maybe I'm being unrealistic too, about... so many things, but so few at the same time. My world is out of proportion, the truly important things end up so small and ignored and all the vain facets of the world take their stead. But in minimizing the displacing those things, I distance myself without realizing and, in turn, expect too much from people and have that familiar unrealistic view on almost everything...

Have you ever had that feeling where you're not sure if you're awake or if you're still dreaming? When noting seems to listen to you, nothing seems to care, nothing thinks anything of you? Having started the day like that, coming to a bitter realization, getting angry about it, and then realizing how feutile it was to think getting mad would solve anything, I know it couldn't have been like that - there's no way. I must be dreaming.

Later, DS,
~ What's the point of remembering things about someone if they won't remember them too?

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