I've been feeling rather predictable lately, so I'm packing as many cliches as I can into this one. This is nothing you haven't read before. But that's really irrelevant. Those who could benefit from reading won't this... or can't.

So, I had a dream about this boy the other night; one I hadn't really thought about in a while. We got close fast. Then not so close even faster. But in this dream, for the first time in a long time, I realized that I miss it. Never really woken up from a dream with such a strong feeling. It was weird. Its stuck with me for almost a week now. I'm upset with the way things turned out. I'm upset with a lot of things, I suppose. I don't like that I still have a crush on every boy I've liked since the second grade... makes for a lot of luggage. But its my own fault. I never settle anything. It all just builds up.

I have no direction. I want to be different things. I want to be able to try out different scenarios of my past mistakes. But I guess its only called living if you have one shot. Anything more... and its cheating.