COULDNT EVEN TELL YOU TBH

man i need a pack of cigs -(kidding btw.)- for how much of a headache my own thoughts are giving me.

i wish life were so much easier like why can't i just chase my dreams and call it day, why is happiness so hard to find in this economy? i'm not looking for a hobby. i'm looking for my life. give me my life. my deserving future. 

my daydreams feel like dust in the wind that i chase endlessly, and i can only pray i don't lose sight. 

can these dreams find reality? 

(suddenly my depressing rant turned into poetry what in the world)