Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
In my daydreams, I always dream that everybody loves me. I'm the most important person in the room. Now I think I understand why:
There's this party tonight I was gonna go to. I got all dressed up and stuff...got all pretty... then I just sat down and almost started crying. Based on my past experiences with parties, I know that if I go to this party that no one, and I mean no one, will want to talk to me. I'm not a "cool" kid. I'm just a random 17 year old girl. I'm just "some girl". I have an empty title. This is why I can't stop daydreaming. Without my fantasy, I would just be "some girl". And I hate being that girl. I freaking hate it. She's boring, she's awkward, and nobody really pays attention to her. She's not especially bright, or pretty, or funny.Everyone looks at her like she's a bug on the floor that they could easily stamp out, but they choose not to because it would leave a mark on the hardwood. Everyone ignores her, acting like she's not only invisible but mute as well. Well, who can blame them. She's just "some girl".
And I hate her. I hate myself. I need my daydream to keep from killing her. This effing sucks.