Wanted

Hey Peeps,
Why is yours truly up so late you may ask? I'm pondering my existential life crisis that's why. I always want what I can't have. Always have, and so it seems, that I always will. Am I just that type of masochist, to deny myself of things that I can never have, by wanting the perpetually unattainable? I don't even recognize that I'm doing it anymore. Suddenly I look up and realize that what I want most, is so far out of reach, that I possibly imagined it even being there in the first place. I'm sure that part of this has to do with my imagination run rampant. What is driving me to long for things, I'm just never going to get? Am I setting my sights too high? Am I just never satisfied? It's like I'm just setting myself up for massive disappointment. There are moments when I just dream for hours, on these unattainable things, these impossible to have things. When I feel like torturing myself, I dream about myself already having those things, how my life would be. It's a bad habit, one that even if I broke, would still somehow wiggle it's way back into my psyche. Odd. I suppose I'm just like the Queen of Hearts. Always thinking of impossible things. (points if you get the reference)