I've never been the cleverest or brightest student ever. I'm always the one who scrapes by. My educational abilities have all been cheated by my artistic freedom. A day dream a day keeps the insane away. Daydreaming keeps me sane. I think its an art form. In reality i hate to be stereotyped, but in my own little world i dream of the stereotypical green locks of land, the shimmering golden sun and the breeze weaving in and out of my hair as my white dress clashes with the deep blue of the sea. It's such a picture perfect existence- a fairytale. Why bring yourself to life in a stale lecture room when you can emerge yourself in paradise?
What is more beautiful than looking into a mirror and seeing a rainbow over your head?- Probably not the cliched pots of gold at the end, but more like the palm of your hands when you reach out and 'imagine' to touch it on either end. I dont see anything wrong with wanting to live life like a novel- why not perfect the art of living a double life. The first being your reality in these fantasies and the second, day dreaming about learning, passing and getting a job.
I think i've been inclined to these experiences since i was a child without knowing. I've always wanted to sit by the window, or sit at the end. I don't like being in the middle ( maybe from being a middle child ) because i dont want my view to be blocked. You can't blame me for working with the quirks i have. Everyone daydreams, it consumes so much of our time- but who actually really stops and thinks about it ?

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