You know how sometimes you love to dream about stuff that isn't real. And you with wish all your heart that they were and when you come back to reality then think about how stupid you are for even thinking about it? i do. but to honestly tell u i dont dream anymore i learned my lesson you have to b a real person to dream me on the other hand am not a person i am like a sad drawing on someones wall that no one notices i am the dirty rock buried in the ground no one stops to notice and if lucky someone does notice but with no compassion they kick over and over again they think nothing of feelings. I am invisible No one can see me unless i let them see me. I am all the things no one notices or even wants to notice until i let them.
