I'm realizing how deeply I am into my own mind to the point where I hate reality, how I'd describe it is a bedroom covered in cutecore stuff, it has a lock, a lot of plushies for me to hug and everything I need and want in my fingertips, my friends visit me, I have a bf who loves me a lot, and I get to be whoever I want, I feel like an energetic puppy exploring a wonderland, I wish this was reality but it isn't and I sink deeper into depression.