Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
Sometimes I feel like the rest of the world is against me, and so I want to disappear. Am I just being paranoid? Probably. But it doesn't matter, because I still don't like the agony of wondering. I am so caught up in what people think of me...it's exhausting. I can never relax.
I've decided to move out into my own place. My own space would be nice. A place to call my own and not have to keep looking over my shoulder to see if what I'm doing is right, or ok.
This is why I created my own little world in my head. It's safe. I'm in control of everything and everyone. I wonder sometimes how an extra-sensitive person is to live in a life like this. I need to DayDream to get by...to feel sane.
Being paranoid is like a worm eating away at my stomach. It hurts with it's uncomfortable gnawing and turning and never ceasing.
I want a home. I want to feel and be safe. I want the silence to take me closer to itself, so I can rest there a while. Know what I mean?