I have some sort of twisted passion towards things. I care so much about them, even if they ultimately mean nothing to me. It’s like I get lost in their potential; I get sucked into some sort of dream where everything is accentuated to a ridiculous degree. I want the dream to come true, but I know that it can’t. And I get stuck there, all the time. In between my dreams and my reality. And it slows me down. I feel like I can’t move. I feel like I can’t breathe.