Take it All Away

Stupidity is my middle name. Paranoid is my first name. Gawd. I am stupid and paranoid. What more could I be?

How wrong I was in pretending the unreal. How wrong I was to dream of something that I can only achieve in my dreams. Yes...just in my dreams. Perhaps I got way overboard and that I was just...overwhelmed by the fact that no one else had seen me in that light before (well...except someone...but forget it).

It was all bluff for me. I can't stand it any longer. I am pretending to be someone I'm definitely not, and it irks me to the core. I dream of something (or someone, for that matter) that is way out of my league. I can't help it. I guess...I'm just inclined to do so. I mean, come on, it's not like I wasn't in this kind of predicament before. I kept thinking of pretentious thoughts and such that led me to nowhere but broken dreams. Now, I still haven't changed that interesting (yet irritating) habit of mine.

Imagination is like a two-way thing. It is my gift, it's my curse (sounds familiar, eh?). I hate feeling like this, but I can't stop it. I just...end up getting hurt.

I've been pondering for awhile about it...and yes, I was right. Never could I achieve something like that.

I take it all away.