Saturday, July 31, 2010
I just realized the only way I'm ever truly happy is when I'm living in my imagination. Everything is almost perfect in my head but if for once I just out of my dreamland I wake up into shit and depression. I'm never happy. I just want a life like in my mind. It sounds crazy yeah but it's all so much better there. There's hardly any drama, there are people I can actually bare to be around, and I'm not here. I wish I could just live inside my head with everything in it real. My whole life is a lie.