Dreams are important. Someday, when you're not even looking, they find you.

The way I see it, my head is a much more vibrant place than I make it out to be. I am a dreamer. In my mind, I paint myself a life I love. And I wonder, if that life were to come true, would I ever be satisfied? Or would the dreamer in me refuse to cancel itself out? It would want to keep dreaming, keep wanting more. And if I always want more out of life, how will I ever really be truly happy? Changing directions a little bit, I'm not sure if it's part of my personality, irreversable, or if circumstances pushed me into becoming such a dreamer. I mean, maybe it's because at some point, I got sick of never getting what I wanted. Because that's my life, it's part of who I am. And I'm okay with it. I'm not complaining. I've just never been the girl with everything. I don't win, and that's alright. But for as long as I can remember, I've escaped the monotonies of my life and opened the door into the lives I live in my head. Don't get me wrong: I don't hate my real life; I'm a cheerful person. And I'm not some sort of psyschotic freak or like a schitztrophenic who thinks she has two lives... I'm just a dreamer. That's all I am. But maybe it wasn't the circumstances that made me so. Maybe it's just who I am, imprinted in my DNA. A piece of me that is probably closely intertwined: I'm like the definition of hopeless romantic. I'm so taken with fairy tales and chivalry and old fashioned love. Carriage rides and red roses, things that seem corny to everyone else...they still make me melt. I'll always be an idealist. I look at what never has been, and ask why not. I guess you could say that sometimes I live with rose colored glasses on. It's not the belief that everything is just how it should be. But it is the belief that someday it could be. I've been bruised. I've fallen down a good amount of times. Some of those times, I spent a good amount of time on ground, wondering how long until I feel okay again. I've had doors slammed in my face for no good reason. And I still have hope. Is that so wrong? But hey, that's just the way I see it.