That Dream Isn't Coming True Today
My heart isn't broken-broken... I'm just... devastated on the more surface-level of crushing disappointments. We're talking epidermis, not dermis, or hyper dermis- heaven forbid. I dream a lot. Not daydreams the way most people daydream, I have come to learn. Ever since I can remember, my daydreams have taken the form of problem-solving. My most documented daydream, is the mansion I would have if "money was no object". And because I have never been someone who cleans well (problem), and because I was born a person who cannot stand the idea of spending money on something indefinitely (problem for mansions), on the dozens upon dozens of sketched-out floorplans of my dream mansion I have always drawn in a ballroom for The Weddings. Because if you have a ballroom, how do you not let the girls in the area have their weddings there, you absolute monster? Weddings (answer). This has gotten messy already. I am trying to convey how many decad...