If you believe in something long enough then it almost becomes real.
I feel trapped inside of an imaginary life time with only myself and the creatures that I make up and paint inside of my head.
I tried to work a normal job but I felt so out of it, like fainting or collapsing just so i didn't have to speak to people.
I quit life, fuck society & realism.
I want to hide inside of a box and only see the people I imagine and just write journals
and paint pictures of them forever.