Insomnia continues to haunt me. I'm kept up at night, wondering what else life is than just wanting to be remembered, and affecting people. Why is it that its hard for some people to understand my way of thinking. How will I ever get what I want in life. I have wild fantasies when it's late and I don't censor my thoughts, of old wood and large houses, of seeing the world. Is there more to be had from others than just pleasure? Why are pleasure and happiness never the same thing. I'm constantly trying to control myself, and wonder what it would be like to not keep myself in check.