Sometimes I think I am too complacent with reality, and other times I think I am too much of a dreamer. Or maybe the fact that I am a dreamer is what makes me disappointed in my complacency.

I don't know.

Also, sometimes I wish I could just throw some memories away.

Also, this was a very disjointed and nonsensical entry... probably due to the fact that when I have nothing else to do, I just think. And my thinking always has the weirdest linkages.