The jumbled way I think, imagine a painting without enough room on the canvas...

More than tired, more than messed up, more than hurt, more than broken, more than mad, more than stressed, more than wanting simple, more than wanting relief, more than what you think I want, more than friends who keep disappointing each other, more than this sad feeling, more than this stronghold of shy crap, more than a bunch of random people i call "friends" or new people, more than the chaos..its so much...so much of life. If none of this had happened...would it even be life or a dream. I believe if it was all fun and games like summertime, then we wouldnt be living in reality. Living in a dream would be like living in a place nonexistent to what we actually need and have. I want everything to go back, to rewind to a simplier time...or maybe there wasnt ever such  thing, too much to ask so Im not asking, simply wanting. Seeing how we dont always get what we want, we wait.