Hi, this is my story

Hi all, here is part of my story.

I daydream a lot to escape reality. I know the only way I can feel some kind of "happiness" is to pretend I have a completely different life. I daydream I'm singing/dancing on stage in front of people I know. I don't have the courage to do it for real and I probably don't have a strong enough singing voice either. So I imagine being an amazing performer while I'm listening to music.

I daydream about having a boyfriend (usually a fictional character) who treats me amazingly. I dream about the perfect father figure because I'm not close to my real dad. I dream of a father who cares about me deeply and makes me his world. I wish I could just daydream literally all the time. Because I'm never going to have the life I'd like for real. I much prefer to dream than to be present in my real world. Not to mention I have mental issues, plus my family is screwed up too. I've never really been happy. But my daydreams make me feel better, even if just temporarily. Even if it's not really "real". But they feel real to me at the time. Oh, how I wish they were real. :(