I often find myself wishing that I had a different life or at least that some aspects of my life were different, and sometimes I even wish I was dead. I am a dreamer, after all; their is no satisfaction in my life, just depression, and therefore I try to look for happiness in my dreams. But this doesn't always work out the way I would want it to. There is still that part of me that is forced to stay behind in the real world. And in my head I know that I will always feel alone and miserable. I only live for the small possibility that I will find that one thing might just make life worth living.
