Sometimes I do really wonder, and I wonder a lot. Or should I say, I think, and I think a lot? But why is it that there's never ending stuffs for me to think about? To ponder, to get frustrated, to get sucky feelings about it? Hmmm, see, here im thinking about something again. This is so ._.!
Humans brains....so busy. Even if you get to sleep, you dream. Oh god, why make us dream? It's like never will it come true then why bother letting us dream about it? It's like some wishful thinking, something that makes you feel that you freaking hilarious. To have this words haunting you, 'Dream on'.