If truth to be told, I’m scared with my future. Not in the logic that my boobs will sag, I'll have wrinkles, my skeletal bones will chink, my teeth will get yellow and my smell will change -- Reality check: Yes, some of course, who doesn't?

But going back, that's not what I'm talking about.  Let's travel a little forward just a minute more, perhaps a year or 5.

I have so many plans in my mind actually, but the matter is how am I going to accomplish those and make it happen? I'm a naturally intuitive idealist, I day dream, every fucking time. I always have this scheme of being me, doing what I fancy and being the superlative in my confederacy. Unrealistic, I know. But for me this is life, this is how I live my life, if I stop dreaming, I'll be lifeless by then.

Assume profound, what do you plead at night? What do you wish at 11:11? Did they draw closer?

Yes. My dreams came true, not all, not sooner or later, not in a split second, but all in the right time. We just have to wait and if we didn't get it, then it's not meant for us. We have to believe that not all that we desire, we can comprise or obtain it - that's one of the perks of being alive, being able to undergo the twinge, disenchantment, and be deficient in gratification. Still, be thankful because you were able to experience those things, I swear it'll make you strong.