The Woman With Dreams ( A confession)

I know I know how to write,I just prefer the easier way. I prefer to dream instead and have crazy wild
imaginations. I waste my time on things that will never be so I don't have to work on things that should
be. I am so lazy and I'm disappointed that I let myself go.

I selected comfort over hard work saying I was designed for a softer life yet nothing is soft about the
situations I'm always in. I admire people who are who I want to be and then imagine I'm just like that yet
I hate to do the hard work they did.

I am the woman I want to become only in my dreams. How can I be both lazy in my reality and fantasy? I
don't deserve the friends I have and they don't deserve me.

Looking at my age now,I can't believe I let so many years pass by without milking them.

You know, I don't like what I realize when I think about me, and I hardly think, though I love myself,I
don't like who I'm becoming, so I want to say "Build yourself at what you're good at so you don't pity
yourself". I can only be truly happy if I don't ruin myself.