Love is something that is missing from me. I have my friends, my passions, my fun, my life, and time is flying by so fast, that it's scary. Memories past, time is spent thinking about them... I dream of moments that never happened, perfect places, and the people I want to meet. Reality is becoming difficult for me with every moment, as I begin to realize things as they are. I'm beginning to use my hope to motivate me to set short goals in order to reach my dreams.
My problem is that there seems to be nobody that has come to the same level of understanding that I have. I know quite a few people, but they all seem so shallow. People live for materialistic bullshit reasons, while I live to be happy; I live for the moment.
Anyone feel the same way? I guess I am just randomly throwing my feelings out. Hopefully someone has something to say that will help me, one way or another.