Dreams

So I was going to text you, but I figured you wouldn’t want your phone going off at 4am.

At one point in time I actually believed that dreams can come true for anyone as long as you believed in it. It’s quite interesting how life’s circumstances and situations can drastically change one’s mine set.
I sit here, sleepless as always, but thinking tremendously on my dreams and how unobtainable they are at this point. I used to believe that they were simple dreams, not far from reach; but now they’re just completely impossible. They say never give up; once you have seen your opportunity come and pass what’s left to search for.
It seems the closer I feel to obtaining my smallest dream, the further out of reach it becomes. Every time I try to move forward everything just falls through and nothing works out. My whole life has been that way, ever since I was child. I truly don’t know what possessed me to believe that that would ever change.

You know, there’s days, more often than not, that I wonder if it wouldn’t have been better for everyone else if I would have just kept running the streets; dealing, stealing, drinking, drugging, stripping, and packing…  I should’ve just kept running until it caught up with me!

I just don’t get life! You try to do something to better yourself and you get knocked back ten steps for every one you take forward.

Anyway, I don’t even know why I typed this, or why you would even care, or want to read this even… I’m sorry for wasting your time!!