Really??

Maybe it's the way I am, or just how dramas have affected me but I confess that I have more of a dreamy, cheesey personality. My 'perfect', guy-wise at least, can be also described as a cheeseball. But does that really change things?

Is it not good enough to find somebody, admit it and attempt to settle. For once in a person's life, should they not  have the opportunity to ignore everything that gets in the way of them to have what they believe will make them happy? I mean that's why we all fall in the first place right? That's why we even go for it. It's probably just me but it seems like the farther I dream, the more hopeless it gets. And the ones who are more successful just don't work out. Okay. I do admit that there must be times where things may be hopeless. But I do also believe in that little extra shot of faith that can make everything work. I mean when you've got something golden in your hand, you don't drop it like it burns you're hand. You cherish it and nourish it until you can express yourself without anything in the way.

Regardless, I don't want to sound like a know-it-all whining about what I see. Because I'm not. I know nothing. I've felt close to nothing. I'm not afraid to admit that I may be jealous. Maybe in the back of my mind, there's a little part that believes  I could do better. Honestly, I just want a chance. But where ever I look, I feel like my back is against the wall. Where do you run if you're not even given the opportunity to go anywhere? I know I am quite biased. I'm standing on the sidelines watching through glasses tinted by romantic dramas but you're given things to take. If they were mine to take, I would want to choose to take them. However, half the time, I can't even tell the difference between things offered to me and my own made up fantasies.

I dunno what else to say. My 19 mins of megavideo restriction are up. ~sigh
Pce.