Not reality

Sometimes I wonder why I can't just step back into reality sometimes. I'm always wandering off into my imagination, and losing touch of real life constantly.

I basically have this whole imaginary life in my head that doesn't, and never will exist. I don't know how I created it in the first place, but I most likely made it as a coping mechanism.

Whenever I was feeling lonely, I could just go back to my imaginary world in my head, and that world was so much better than my real life.

I pictured a boy with the bluest eyes who was so kind, and always held me and told me everything would be ok. I had the most exciting adventures, and I was never bored and alone.

I had so many friends, even a best friend! I imagined the girl that I wanted to be. Smart, funny, outgoing, ambitious brave. All of the things that I wasn't in real life.

I guess my imagination was just so much better than my reality, and everything that I ever wanted my life to be.

Whenever I was sitting in my room alone, I just pictured one of the people in my imagination sitting beside me, even though they were never there.

My imagination has been both amazing, and yet sad because in reality, it's all just my imagination, and it will never be real life, and no one was ever there for me.