u/Actual_Preference_13

I've had pretty vivid imagination as a kid, and since I was very shy I could not make friends and just play with myself imagining things. And I got to the point that I was almost creating a whole new universe and just randomly decided that I would write it down and start an novel or something. But, after a few years of that, the real world, the reality just doesn't hit me anymore. The stories that I create in my head, and the stories created by other people. There are that much amazing worlds, and yet I'm stuck in here. I have stopped feeling pleasure from my life, and every single satisfaction that I could feel comes from these fake worlds. The only thing that is motivating me to keep on is to finish and reveal all these stories to people. Do you or did you ever get that feeling as well?