Where wild minds come to rest
Whenever I want to express how I feel about my life situations, I discuss them with imaginary friends, because they actually listen to me without getting snarky. I find that real people don't understand my form of language or they're like "Then, do something something about it." Actually, real people wonder why I've gotten into that situation in the first place, or they can clearly see what's evident, snip at me what's going to happen and what I better do in future. It's as if in real life, everybody finds me "so very weird." I've only have one girlfriend who says nice and genuine things to me, in any case scenario.