Dont' take this the wrong way. I'm happy in the real world too.

I'm constantly imagining myself living in a world with people to love and be close to and where I'm doing things I really want to do because I'm not afraid. Sometimes there are dragons and unicorns, and sometimes there is magic. And other times I'm in my fake real world with friends that I want and I'm doing whatever I feel like because nothing else matters. I am alive. I am happy. And I am infinite.








but then reality checks in and I remember i'm just me.