November 15, 2003.
dreams make my world go round.
i have dreams, still. they keep me going.
sometimes, they come true, which is nice.
sometimes, they start to come true then fade away, which is disappointing and even upsetting. but slowly, i get over it, and come out of it stronger.
sometimes, they don't come true at all, but i still dream them anyway. these are my bubbles of hope.
(i don't know what i want to do right now, and i like it that way.)