I recently came to the conclusion that I may indeed be a maladaptive daydreamer....

 Books used to be my escape from reality. When I was in middle school and I had a bad day at school I could just read a cheesy teen novel and picture a better reality. Little did I know that my method of escape would soon be the very thing that entrapped me. I think things went downhill when my imagination started to be a crutch I used to deal with life issues. But then again when the places that are…