I recently discovered that what is happening to me is a disorder. I have been goin through it since 6 years or so without having any clue about what was happening to me. Its such a disturbance at times. I have lost my life due to all these stupid fantasy worlds! No friends no goals no aims! Just imagining and laughing. Ofcourse i enjoy doing it and i find pleasure in it. I am addicted to it. Its creative and i write many things and people like it. But what is the use of living in a fantasy world designed by you when your real world turns out to be good for nothing. All this is happening due to my past. Because i feel lonely. I hate myself for all this.