Come with me & see how I see

Each and every day I wake up and I know, that the dream I had will be gone, I know I won't
dream again until another length of hours, I know I'm racing the clock again.
I have no idea why I am who I am, but I know that I am what I am.

I don't like silence unless I am reading alone.
I don't like feeling uncertain
I don't like figuring something out and not confessing it
I don't like being told what to do.
I don't like feeling ashamed of myself
I don't like people who try to contain/control/correct me
I don't like the world.

I like the people I live with
I like realising the truth, and coming face to face with it
I like my friends
I like the fact I now decipher my friends rather than make friends with people I don't know and
don't care for
I like the fact I am honest with myself
I like the fact I make people laugh
I like my drive to work
I like the fact that family is whole again.

& I like this boy. I guess time is telling me that I will never know what could have been.
Fates a sad thing.