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It seems my life consists only of fantasy. I often visualize getting my life together, moving from my parents house into a small studio apartment with no bed. I would sleep on the hard wooden floor, it would be uncomfortable, but a small price to pay to rid myself of my addiction. Soon I would become the man of my dreams, a man who was so busy fulfilling his goals that he never slept, only short power naps on the couch, over a current project at his desk, or in the bed of a strange and beautiful woman. Soon this man would become great, because he had no place to hide, no place to run, he was forced to face his realities. He no longer had a place to dream, and if he was to ever experience his dreams again it would be when he was making them into realities.(I have to get rid of my bed)......
— Mshindi Manning