Laying here in bed, I find myself wishing that I could think of something more productive to be doing with my time but lacking the basic motivation required to act upon that desire. I want to sleep, and wake up to a different life somehow...one in which I haven't almost entirely destroyed any hope I might have for a worthwhile future with a seemingly endless series of stupid choices and poor decisions. Wouldn't it be nice if things could be solved with such simplicity, to just sleep away a miserable existence and live in dreams from there on out? Too bad I can't help but feel that somewhere down inside I would know that I was only dreaming and that the replacement life was illusory in nature. Self-awareness can be a terrible thing sometimes.
