The Fantastical

I'm a dreamer of the fantastical. I wish for things that aren't real and have an imagination most would familiarize with insanity. I love to live in my own little world. On few occasions reality and dreams intertwine. Life becomes so fun and colorful with life that I don't need to daydream because my life lives it. Other times I am perpetually lost in nightmares. Horror after horror reliving the tale as if the grim reaper himself was the narrator of my story. This all may seem overly dramatic, but it's supposed to... It's fantastical! I'm aware of reality. I don't enjoy it, but im fully aware of its implication on the imagination. It leads to some of the most amazing ideas, works of art and writing that can withstand the tests of time. In that regards, i am my own storyteller. I control the perspective of what I see and how I manage the dealings that occur I'm my stellar life. From the stars to the trees what I see is mine to see fit. Innovation and thinking outside the box leads you to new heights, adventures and discoveries. According to my, surprisingly accurate horoscope, I am meant to live in my dream world but with a price. Living in a dream world makes me forget about reality and once I'm reminded of it, I am bummed or saddened by it. I normally don't care that I daydream, it makes me more motivated to achieve the goals and inspirations that my mind can muster.

Enough

I am seriously in need of a vacation. I have such a short temper that it's insane of me to even contemplate keeping my mouth shut. I'm so tired of being treated like a child but expected to act as an adult with my life together. I drive all the way here to see my family and then they don't want to do anything, the kids are misbehaved brats, my aunts are fighting, my family is beyons dysfunctional. "Everyone's family is" that's just a fucking cop out to say "I don't want to listen to your problems" I try to be a good friend and listen but when I need someone to listen everyone either doesn't, they think I'm whining or just talk about themselves more. Once in a damn while I would like the respect I deserve. I'm seriously such an angry person lately and I don't know what to do about it. I need this lease at the Grove gone so I can move on with my life and my dreams. I cannot sit around and watch as others live the life I want. It's time to aim high and go for it. Get in shape, get good grades, and graduate. I think it's all pretty simple to get through. In the grand scheme of things. But in light of how things have gone lately then maybe it'll be a huge feat. It's time to persevere and do what I thought I couldn't. I'm not a quitter and I'm not backing down. I need to remember to breath, find what makes me happy and go for it. Even if I'm on my own. People need to advocate for themselves and start learning to live without me. I'm not leaving, but I have my own life to live. I've already wasted enough of it.