Fantasizing
I am pretty sure that if what I fantasized was real I am pretty sure I would be extremely miserable. I am if that would make me a masochist for fantasizing in something I don’t actually want, a banality since I’m pretty sure I can’t think of anything better to escape to, which means my days are only going to be this or worse, or a pessimist because I am sure it will badly. Any which way I am sure to suffer, it’s my lot in life.















