deep in imagination

The truth is, there is nothing special about me at all.

What can I say? I surround myself with incredible people, and I don't let them go. That makes me smart, not special.

Maybe I want to bitch about my problems and not get lectured with solutions.

I happen to like ignoring the solutions to my problems, thank you very much. I've never been much of a learner. My memory is the pits, to boot.

I find myself shutting my eyes and imagining I am not where I am. I rarely find myself deep in thought, but often deep in imagination. I wonder if writing will help me form concrete thoughts. I am done with dreaming.