Ah,fantasy... where all the things and people I love are brought to life. I much prefer to live out my fantasies through music than television because television tends to exacerbate my depression and anxiety(too many happy people/hypocrisy). In my fantasy, i have trustworthy friends, handsome lovers, and wild sex; I travel to dark Gothic castles, lush forests. I am a perfect and beautiful siren with bright emerald eyes living in the sea. Alas, when I am plummeted back to reality, i then realize that all those fantasies that were so sweet were just fantasies, and force to face reality, it bursts the bubble of happiness. It's like someone hit me on my head with a hammer because it does hurt; reality is blah. Nothing exciting or mind-blowing ever happens.