I was going threw some of my old comics i used to draw back when i was in elementary school, and it reminded me of all the goal's and dreams i had always wanted to do.
When i started dwelling on it,i grew disappointed in myself.
I gave up most of my dreams just so i could escape from reality and make a new,yet fake life.
Part of me still wants to reach those goal's.
But another part is locking it away.
I don't even know why I'm posting this.
Guess i just needed to get it of my chest.