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I'm officially out of things to do. More specifically, I am out of games to play. Games take up much of my time, so when I inevitably lose interest in the ones I do still play, that would mean I have extra extra unassigned hours. I need a book to read. I need a few books to read actually.

I've always been told that I sleep too much. And I don't mind that. I don't even care actually. When you sleep, you get to dream of impossible things. Getting that kiss from that girl you've always liked, beating up assholes you're pissed of at or just acid dreams you get when you fall asleep when you're really high. Dreams are enjoyable. Being awake just reminds you that you have to accept reality and the set of rules you're bound to. Dreams take that away. So what you know about sleep, hater?

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. I solemnly swear that I am lying.

For that one moment, one part of my life, you were perfect.

For that second in my dream, you were perfect.

Now, you're so far away.

Just too far away.