These future plans are starting to give me a headache.
For the past three years it has always been my dream to be there but now… I feel so unsure.
I hate this; being human. Indecisive.
Please enlighten me Mr. Spock, I need lots of those. :/
My dreams remind me of an ocean. They feel so open, like you could float in them.
My dreams remind me of the seasons. They’re always changing. I must chase after them.
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