Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
Lights. Camera. Action.
Huge crowd cheering my name, security guards all around me, people asking me for an autograph or a picture. I go home, and find my best friend there, we soon fall in love, get famous, and make the best selling theater plays and films ever.
That's one song. I sit down.
Not real. It's all in your head.
Who cares? Put on another song. Flick. Flick. Flick. People follow…