gra bah merh rawr phsh humph
why is there sometimes sad with no reason? when there's people with sad for all sorts of reasons, it feels quite silly to be sad for none. but i insist on it sometimes. silliness is just my thing, i suppose. i'm real good at it. i don't like reality most of the time. it's too real. i like dreaming of days where everything is roses and nothing wilts. i have an 'i want' list of improbable and impossible aspirations. i've always set my standards too high. it's been too long though, there's no changing now. and i'm too scared. so instead of facing the three dimensional world, i prefer to read and write in two dimensions, and dream in whatever dimension that may be.