I hate my imagination

Because I tend to visualise the impossible. Realistic, yet impossible. 

I create countless amounts of situations in my head and pick out every single detail. Who will be there, what will I be wearing, what will I look like, what the atmosphere will be, how old will I be (when will this be happening), what will I say, where it is exactly…etc.

Now weather I won’t those situations to become a reality or not is a different question. Because I do but I don’t. I’m sadly one of those people that plan and dream rather than actually do. 

I don’t know what I want right now.