i wish i could stop dreaming and wake up, but this empty, shaky feeling just feels too good to give up. i've been craving this feeling for so fucking long.
i wish i could see the world in a beautiful, poetic way all the time. i see glances of this place, but they go as soon as they arrive. then i'm back to the sight of this small, cold, grey town.
i'm a dreamer with an imagination too big in comparison with reality.
intake; slice of bread, one cookie, two slices of toast with margarine, four hundred and fifty calories.