You know why? Because I have no dream. Well I probably did, but you know, reality gets in the way and steps on it like it's a pile'o dirt. Then it goes ahead and spits in the debris and mixes it around some more with the sole of its gigantic intangible shoe smearing it on the floor, unrecognisable. Sadded. I'd compare being dreamless to having perhaps lost a limb, or worse, FERTILITY hahahaha. Yeah but I feel disabled. Then people say, "in time dood, in time." and I say, if I'll figure out my dream in time, then aren't I just surrendering to fate and just letting the river of life take me wherever?

Guess that's too bad if I even know where I want to be. Suxorz. Maybe I'm just being too picky huh. Expectations, expectations. Just like everyone else, I want to go back to when I was still that no0b in the picture posted earlier, so I don't waste my life points wondering around. Seriously, I'm quite convinced that there's this invisible "life gauge" thing floating above our heads and every time you make a decision a little portion of that life gauge disappears. Then when you finally run out of chances, you die.