The Little Girl

No One Is Sane

What is it that makes my mind so fond of what is not reality? My mind revolves around the fantasies of life. There is not room for reality any more. Was there ever a time where reality consumed me instead of fantasy? No, I don't think there ever was. Everywhere I look, I see it. My own world that does not belong. I don't want it to go away though. It is what keeps me sane. Perhaps this is my way of keeping sane. Maybe I subconsiously put up walls to block away all of the pain? Is this normal? To see but not see things that aren't there? To know they are not real but still play along with what they say? Maybe it is? Maybe everyone is crazy. yes, I suppose they are. It would explain so much. For no one is ever completely sane.

(lolz ok so I thought I accidently deleted this ^ so i wrote that instead (the bottom paragraph) but as it turns out it didn't get deleted so I just put both in this)

Why do I see fantasy? Why do I see things that are not real? I know there not real. That doesn't help though. My mind relies on fantasy. It's lie my mind has set up a wall filled with all the fantasy in the world to stop the pain from reality to hit me. Pain. I am very delecate when it comes to pain. My mind knows that more than I do. If that even makes sense. It is for that reason that I go along with these fantasies. It is what you call an escape. My subconsious mind knows what is best for my over all well being. I trust it completely. I wonder if any one else is like me? I wonder if their mind set up their wall differently. For no one is ever completely sane.