I keep dreaming of things I want, but that's it, they're nothing more than dreams. They will never come true. I just dream. I sit at my computer day after day when I'm not at work, and that's exactly what I do. It's always the same, it never changes. I dream of love, but it will never be. You know, I sit here and talk about love, but it just makes me sick. Maybe it would be best to let go and not ever think of it again. I will think about the joy of doughnuts and hot anime guys. I will get lost in music. I have no need for worthless dreams that will never happen. What is the point of holding on to something that will never be? All it does is it fills you with poison. I'm a good friend, and that's what I'll be. In the words of Dumbledore, "It does not do to dwell on dreams."