I wake up this morning in the throes of an existential crisis of the worst kind. I realize in the not-quite-so-fucked-up-but-totally-self-aware part of my brain that ALL of it is in my head. But knowing who one is and actually having the power to change are two completely different things. It's all in my head. My own little virtual reality.
And in this virtual reality I hope, I dream, I crave, I long for something not-quite-definable, not-quite-possible, not-quite-real.
At the end of the day, all I really want is a happy ending.