Person: Alexander Hamilton... Uh, He Was President, Right?

When your daydream consists of only already existing, well developed and thought out, three-dimensional fictional characters from a TV show and your one (1) random parame:

Stop telling poor kids to be welders, mechanics, etc. You would never tell a rich kid to become a plumber. Stop limiting poor kids to jobs that won’t provide a middle-class life. Also stop recommending backbreaking work to poor kids in general it’s ableist and classist as fuck.

Me: Hey madd..? I kinda need to spend some time looking for a job… So it’d be nice if you left me alone for a while, okay? I’m just gonna.. Go over there and start looki-

Madd: *dragging me back by my hair* The only place you’re going is to your room where you’ll pace and daydream till your feet and legs hurt.

I wanna give up daydreaming so bad. I’ve been doing it for 6 years now and I feel like I’ve missed out on so many things. I would lie and say I felt sick when my parents and siblings wanted to go out and do things just so I could be left by myself so I could pace around my room without being interrupted. When all my friend where having sleepovers I would decline the offers because I wanted to be by myself so I could daydream without the fear of them judging me. I use to throw a tantrum whenever my headphones broke and I could not get new ones right away. I would skip out on band practice just so I could get a few more hour in. I’ve caused myself so much stress because I would rather daydream than do my homework/study. I just graduated high school and I almost missed my graduation because I wanted to stay home and daydream. I use to think it was no big deal that it wasn’t interfering with my life that I was not missing out on anything, but now looking back I realize that I’ve missed out on so many things. I loved that I had the ability to go and pretend to be someone who was popular, confident, selfless...everything that I wanted to be. Even when everyone else my age had stop having imaginary friends. I mean I can’t describe the feeling of daydreaming. I love doing it so much but when I stop at the end of the day and I realized all of the stuff I could have done if I was had not spent all day running around my room (I have to paint my floor every other month because I’ve walked so much the paint has came off). I feel like a complete idiot for wasting my day like that. I am starting college next spring and I’m planning to intern for NASA next summer so I need to stop thinking about my imaginary world and who I am there and focus more on me in this one. But everytime I try to stop i can’t because it’s just to hard. The longest I’ve went without daydreaming was a week and that was because I was stuck in a hotel room with my siblings, but even than I would daydream when I was in the shower, in bed, or the car. I just want to try and stop for good or at least where it stops interfering with my social life.

Day 156 without sex

I shoved my glasses down my throat...