my dreams.

My dreams fuck with my head. I take them too seriously and they interfere with my reality on some occasions. Maybe I just read too much into them. I don't know.
On a bigger scale, I don't know. I suppose I dream of the day I don't need Andrea or welbutrin and I can just be happy on my own. I want to get married, I don't know if I want children. I want to graduate college but have no clue what I want to do after that. I want to have enough money to never have to worry about finances, but don't ask me how I'll make that happen.