Growing up I used to have so many dreams and hopes for the future... but as I grew older I stopped dreaming. I guess some people say its like facing reality, but in a sense it isn't. Dreams push you further, they give you a drive, and make life worth living. I don't have any dreams anymore, no hopes for the future, no goal I'm trying to reach. I just live life because I have to, and it really stinks. Of course I have things I think would be awesome to achieve, but at the same time, I know that it will never happen. I wish there was something I would be able to put all my efforts towards. Something to make everything I've done in my life have a purpose.