I am a contradiction in terms

The glamour, the high fashion, the lights, and of course, the city that never sleeps. I am so in love with the lights that blink, with the idealization of reality, that I cannot fully enjoy life without searching for something more. That's probably why I've became a writer, my motto has always been, "can't find the story you want to read? Write it!", I can't seem to find the life I want to live, so I'll write it down.

I want to live in New York City, I don't ever want to sleep either. But at the same time, I don't ever wanna go home, only real people go home, I wanna live at the airport, how glamourous is it, flying around the world? I want to love and be loved, but I wanna be a slut. I don't wanna be judge, but I want to judge others. I want to buy new clothes, and I want them all to fit in my closet, without having to give anything away. I want fame and glamour, and I want peace and quiet. 

I'm not a hipocrate, I'm not shallow, and I'm not selfish. I hate to admit it, but I'm only human, and I'm contradictional. I'll live my life without being able to make all of my dreams come true. It's okay. We build castles and mansions out of our imagination, and in there we play with tigers, there's not gravity, but some things are never meant to happen. That's also okay. We just need to chose wisely which dreams are worth persueing, never insisting on impossible things, but never giving up on them without trying. After all, we might as well be as crazy as someone standing in a rainstorm with a kite.