I realized it’s easier to be an escapist, sometimes. Create your own realm. Inoculate your mind with dreams, hopes, and sweetness that you can imagine. Play god once in a while.
But the hardest part to be an escapist is when you have to accept the fact that you’re actually a liar who lies to yourself; pathetic, because you know the truth after all, you constantly reminded by your logic that your dreams are obsolete, perforated and useless.
I think my logic just told me the same thing.