How do you cope with it? How do you stop wasting time, looking into nothing and thinking about everything yet nothing? Feeling empty yet so full of ideas.
I mean at times it gets so hard that you just realise what's the point of even doing anything, but still I write as a way to escape reality - to build my own so I can live in it.
I tell that myself all times - I don't need anyone, I don't need real world, I don't need real life. I can find all the comfort in writing and words, pictures, vibe. I mean it's addicting, but at the same time it's pretty sad once you realise it. I guess that's the price to pay for it, still wouldn't trade it for being an social extrovert freak, but sometimes I wish I could just say something and enjoy real life instead of escaping into my imagination. But for now let's write the "perfect" life into the screenplay
I mean at times it gets so hard that you just realise what's the point of even doing anything, but still I write as a way to escape reality - to build my own so I can live in it.
I tell that myself all times - I don't need anyone, I don't need real world, I don't need real life. I can find all the comfort in writing and words, pictures, vibe. I mean it's addicting, but at the same time it's pretty sad once you realise it. I guess that's the price to pay for it, still wouldn't trade it for being an social extrovert freak, but sometimes I wish I could just say something and enjoy real life instead of escaping into my imagination. But for now let's write the "perfect" life into the screenplay