Or the dreams we don't dream.

I've been up for 35 hours straight...

Tis sort of weird, but it's nice.

Over the months, I've been having such weird dreams...they're vivid, and sometimes scary, but absolutely amazing as well.

I'm starting to believe that good, peaceful dreams that aren't weird or anything like that are impossible for me to have.

It's nice to go through a day without them...without even worrying about those dreams of mine.

If only reality didn't provide so many worries though. *sigh*


And to those that don't know me:

The name's Lily.

To some, I'm also called Bou.

I'm 14 years old, to be 15 come April 10th.

I'd like to think that I'm a multiple-threat sort of artist.

Art is my life. It's how I express myself, how I get through everyday.

I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't express myself through art...I'm a very quiet person when I'm not on stage. Unless I'm with friends, half the time I'm told I need to speak up so people can hear me.

Life without the arts for me would be dull, boring, depressing...it wouldn't be right to me.

Some random facts about me: I have a porcelain doll collection - my favorite one is Annushka. I love dyeing my hair bright colors, like pink, and blue. I've been in chorus since I was 9. I'm known as the Queen of the Dolls amongst my friends. I'm a raw veganist.