I don't know what makes me think sitting in front of a computer screen and typing in Courier font is going to solve my problems.


I don't know what makes me think sleeping a minimum of three hours a night is okay.


I don't know what makes me think that running on solely caffeine and a half hour of sleep is okay.


I don't know what makes me think I can sit here and dump all this out, expecting someone to pick up on it and actually care.


I wish there was a facsimile of my brain, my thoughts... So I could see what exactly is going on.


what do you do when you're finally faced with reality? i used to run and hide ..


now i don't know what to do.

I want to be one of those people that takes chances. One of those people that everyone likes. One of those people who everyone knows their name. I want to be brilliant. I want to be amazing. I want to be happy. I don't want to waste my life thinking 'What if...', I want to be wasting my life thinking 'Now I know'. My mind is like a kaleidoscope. As haphazard and mismatched as it may be, it is mathematical and beautiful.