My so called life

I’m falling asleep. I’m always doing that, but I can’t seem to help it. Makes it hard to tell the difference between reality and my dreams. I guess that just makes it more interesting never know what to expect anymore. Last I remember I was headed to the store, but now I’m back home and I don’t seem to recall what I intended to buy or where I set it down. Does that ever happen to you? It probably doesn’t, it seems to be that I’m the one acquired with all the misfortune. It hasn’t always been that way though. Once I used to have an easy life, and then I stepped in the wrong direction and ever since then I seem to have great difficulty hanging on to what I thought was my life. 

Author's Note

This is just the introduction, but im having trouble deciding how I want to continue this. Could do a flashback, or I could just start where her life is already crazy.