The questions I don't want to ask myself, there's a lot. I don't want to be sad after asking the right questions and then getting the truth. It's the reality about which I am feared about, It's hard for me to accept the reality, I'm far above in my fantasies. I don't want to fell to the floor. In a way, I'm addicted to this fantasy world.
Procrastination could easily give momentary pleasures, just like the cigarette. I'm addicted to this more than the cigarette. It had become some kind of essential thing, whenever I'm not doing something, its time for the thoughts.
The living part of life is very less, it's been dominated by fantasies. I have become bored with these realities, I need a world where I'm the centre, the creator of the world. It's not selfishness, it's more like an addiction to the thought.
Even when I am talking against it, my mind is craving for it. All I want is a sleepy life and some exaggerated thoughts. Everything happening around me is just some things I can remember and create a new world in my fantasy.
I think everybody is living their life inspired by their dreams, I am living in the dream world with all the memories from the real world. There are not many happy moments there in the real one as compared to the fake. I have heard people saying like if one is happy no other thing matters, I feel like there is much more than just happiness.Italic
After reading your thought I also believe there is much more than just happiness.🤔