Dreaming

Right now dreaming is my life. I feel I dream more than I think about reality.
I feel like I'm in the middle of Inception.
Actually I could use some. Oh, to think of just diving into a dream for four hours a day and just forget. I wouldn't mind turning into a vegetable for just one day. And live my whole life in one big dream and just forget about the teenage-problems I'm struggling with.

Claiming earlier that I just have to get over it was a brave move. It's going forward but I'm still dreaming about him. Now, though, that one dream that I used to dream, of the two of us together, it's mixed with another dream, sometimes two, and I can't figure out where I stand in this any more - where am I? More importantly, who am I?
When I day dream it's like watching a film. It's all linked, it's all scenes like in a film, it's always that Happy Ever After.
But because it's not like that in real life, I'd much rather just dream the days away with my favourite music on full volume.
Oh the joy of wasting one's life.

- Yours sincerely