it's such a wonder how far your imagination can go when you can't sleep.
i don't know why but i always think about the future.
it's such a wrong thing to do because you have to live up to the present.
but it's funny how my mind works.
it just won't listen to me!
so i think about my life, like five years from now.
will i have my own car?
own house?
own company or whatever?
i mean, i don't know if i can even get myself a job.
and besides, all i ever wanted was to be a writer.
but i'm not what you call "talented" when it comes to it.
and it doesn't really earn me big bucks, i think.
damn!
life sucks...
as always.