My great perhaps

3.

I just feel like I'm floating through life, not really fully present. Everything just drifts pass and before i know it's been a week already, it feels like I'm missing out on life

I keep having dreams, dreams of him and her.
They are amazing dreams and I love them but I can't help but cry when I wake up because they were so perfect and they aren't real, he doesn't even know I exist, he just doesn't care. She doesn't like me and I don't think she ever will but I like her and it's very awkward. I think I'm addicted to these dreams there my place that I can escape to, my dream world that is just for me, but for now they'll just have to stay a dream...

It sort of just starts as a feeling that manifests it self in my brain until I am convinced that I have something seriously wrong with my self