The hardest thing for me to accept is that the world that exist in my mind will always be just that, a world in my head. The people that exist there, the friends I have made and people I love are figments of my imagination. I will never be able to touch them, hug them, cry with them, or love them in real life because they don’t exist to anyone else.
The world in my mind is so wonderful I wish that I could visit it every night in place of my dreams. I wish that for those hours that I sleep that I could be in a place that would make me happy.
