My dreams consume me. I can’t sleep at all during the night hours but it kills me to stay awake the rest of the time so I sleep. It’s a gauranteed thing that when I sleep I’ll dream at least one dream, if not four dreams. I don’t wake up until late afternoon every time because its almost mandatory that I fnd out what happens to me in the end. I know I do this because I’m depressed. I sleep all day and eat the rest of the time I’m up or I do school work if I’m having a non-drowsy day. I just dont know what to do because I don’t have family to help me (my mom left me when I was 2 & my dad committed suicide when I was 15) so I live with my boyfriend who I’ve dated for a year now and have grown to pretty much produce no more love for him…hes dishonest and I feel unappreciated by him….oh man. If all of this doesn’t make you wanna just put a bullet through your head right now; trust me things don’t even get better. The only “fun” event of my life is going to raves and the bar but it slowly has gotten unamussing; and not to mention the fact that I have no job because I’m unstable. I want it to stop. Not to sound so emotional but I feel like I’m on a carousel: I sit on a “high horse” (so all of my friends and aqaintences think) while I smile; but only as if I’m in a daze; as the circle of life repeates it’s circle over and over and…you get it. So this is why I like to dream…because my dreams are more eventful than this life I day walk through.