You have no idea how much this relates to my life.

It is not that I don't dream. I do used to, actually. I dreamt about all sorts of stuff. I dreamt about my future so much so that the dreams are often out of the world. And most of the time, the realistic part of me would basically just list out all the reasons why the dream would never be a reality and I guess the dreamer in me learnt her lesson and just decided to stop dreaming altogether. What's the point? Dreams will never come true anyway.