"Speaking of mothers, why don't I give this oatmeal some broown sugar?!"

We tend to find ourselves in the dreams in which we can't find the willpower to pinch ourselves from and what's more don't want to. There's a kind of sadness in that which could only come from years and years of self-rejection peer-rejection psychosis. Me, I'm still sleeping. But to take the metaphor even further let's say that I keep banging on that damn snooze button but for the love of God it just will not let me rest in sleep. So I have two options, end the infernal buzzing by climbing out of bed or just get used to it and not. There have been so many times in the past two years that I thought I knew exactly what I wanted. I have no idea what's going on. I know this is a time in which people such as myself are expected to be young and incredibly stupid but it's not enough to be content with what I think I can do. So I guess this is me getting out of bed. Honestly, it's like, it's 2:47 AM and I have no idea what the hell I'm saying. Other than to say that I still don't understand what makes a woman think she has nothing.