I am a daydreamer. I spend hours and hours dreaming of the things I want. That’s how I was and how I am and how I will be.
I remember being reprimanded by my mom for drifting off to la-la-land when I should be helping her with household chores. I couldn’t help it. It’s my imagination running wild and my daydreaming mixed into one.
Even if there are fireworks going on, I could still be in my own world dreaming of the life I want…
