like my feet are cemented into reality lately. At first I thought that meant I was depressed. But I think it’s good actually. I think the flawed part of my optimism has finally died. I am still optimistic, but no long think of daydreams as possibilities.
I think that’s a sign of my youthful naivety finally dying off. It could be sad, but I don’t even care that much. I feel like it hasn’t done much for me lately anyway.
I also might be slightly jaded but I don’t know that for sure yet, so I shouldn’t say that. I hope not.