I gave up...

I don't know how but I gave up dreaming and just knew I was going to stay here being miserable my whole life... sad idea, I know. but then I don't know how (well maybe a good old granma fight) I got my fighting spirit back! by buying a closet... yea it's a strang one I know. im sorting out all this hobby stuff. I'm drowning in it.. which isn't really a good thing. so I'm getting a claoset to keep everything in and sorting out the junk. pretty much forsing me to choose betreen that is forsing me to choose where I wanna be. take a deep breath if you realise this doesn't really make any sense (I did). it's better then just breaking down and giving up right?