Sometimes reality hurts. You need a break. You want to take a break from it but you've got all of the responsibilities on your shoulders. Everything is holding your back. Those who are lucky gets to escape but for you, you're stuck at the same old routine that has been dragging you down.

You desperately find an alternative to run away from reality, so you make up a life that you wish for in your head. You start to daydream, you start making up all of the stories till one day, all you want to be alone. Alone in your head, so you can feel happy again.

You lose track, you get confuse with reality and hallucinations. You feel pathetic and embarassed yourself but you can't stop. You're addicted, like how smokers are addicted to smoking.

You know this has to end one day, but it's just so hard. Well, i probably gotta start living my life and be more productive. This fucking sucks.