Not a lot of somethings.
(via negatives)
Somethings
I have this problem. It’s called inventing. I invent. All the time. All day. Every second. I think back to conversations; some from weeks, months, years ago, and I invent. I invent that I had said something different, that something had occurred differently. I make up hours of happenings. Pages (I don’t write it down, but you get what I mean) of dialogue. I wish it was real, but it’s not. Inventing is all in my mind. I say what I need to say when I invent. Things happen. I wish they really happened.
Congratulations, you’re the same as everybody else on the planet.
