Overactive imaginations are a pain in the ass.

It sometimes really bothers me that life isn't like a movie. Whenever I hear a beautiful song (like the one I'm listening to now: To Build a Home by Cinematic Orchestra) I always try to image some scene in my head that goes along with it. Right now it's some montage of myself and my friends suddenly figuring everything out. Just getting up and fucking fixing shit. We're all a little confused right now I think. Which of course is life yes I know that, but I'm going to imagine this is a movie right now. This is the part where we're all sitting in separate places at night thinking about how things went wrong. And then this song comes on and we all get up and go fix whatever our problems are. Happy ending. But I guess in my daydreams I never consider that we have something else after that "happy ending". Reality. But fuck reality. I prefer to live in my head. Sometimes anyway. Anyway, time to get back to...whatever the fuck I was doing before this. I don't even know anymore.