I miss the times when my days wasn't a constant battle between me, myself and I. The battle between the reality, expectations and demons. The battle between wanting to know more and not wanting to know at all and live in a fantasy. I still strive after my ideal. My fantasy. The kind of world that I want to be in. Sometimes I think that what I want is unachievable. A kids dream. Something that I will outgrow. But here I am a young adult, still the same expectations, but a lot wiser. I still want what I want. But reality is stopping me from it. Reality is shattering it over and over. But I have had it once and I want it again. It can be achieved. I wont change my ideals or standard. I will be true to myself.