Just the 3am rambling of a sad insomniac

2:10am

I've felt this anger inside me for as long as I can remember, but I never knew why I was angry just that I was angry. Now I think I'm angry at the world and the universe. I'm angry because I'm stuck in a world full of electronics instead of magic, I'm angry because minds like mine people like me who believe in more than what meets the eye, in worlds people like you couldn't even begin to imagine are considered crazy or delusional. I'm angry because 99% society cares more about mathematics and science facts and intelligence instead of art and music creativity and expression, I'm angry because my family fits into that 99% and I do not. I'm angry because I've become dependent on my books and tv shows and believe that I too will someday be able to live in the world far far away, I'm angry because I know that its not true. I'm angry because I just want to feel I fit some where but every time I find that place I have to I accept that its not real and I won't ever be apart of it. I'm angry because the people I'm most attached to don't actually exist.  I'm angry because I feel so far away from home but how do you go home to a place between the pages or behind a screen.