I'm alive. One way or another. If that makes sense. I daydream. I dream too. My daydreams and my night... dream things aren't ever going to come true so really... What's the point of dreaming of any kind? At least for me. Of course I'm still going to dream, but whenever I do I know it won't come true and I rhymed... Other than that. I love having my best friends, both are named Emily. I find that pretty cool. So um... other than that... Dream a farfetched dream and snap back to realty... I want that dream to come true. It's never gonna happen. I'll be over in that corner trying to be quiet while I let the tears run down my face a waterfall that never ends.