Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
I feel that people don't like me. I want them to like me, but not many of them do. It's like they think I'm not socially there, dead-faced and distant. I wonder if maybe they think "I don't like them" or I'm just seem so unfriendly. I'm come off as extremely quiet, timid and unsmiling. They might even think I'm plain weird. Either of the bunch, it makes me feel frustrated. All I can guess, is I give them an impression "I don't socialize" and I must not have any friends. They is the key reason why I started maladaptive daydreaming in the first place. Then everything just slid down, because I daydreamed too much. I really wish that I communicated with everyone, instead of keeping it all to myself. I was in a RUT for years, because I couldn't just get out. In a way, this whole thing is tearing me apart. My way of life breaks me. I wanted so much more—what happened?
I feel that being a dreamer just digs me a bigger, deeper hole. It doesn't make life more uplifting and people don't like me and they reject me. I stopped MD because it doesn't make me a happier person. It just blows everything up. So I'm glad I stopped it.