(Mal)Adaptive Daydreaming

Weekly Diary Entry

All I had was my mind,

All I could do was get lost in it;

Wherever my mind could take me,

Anywhere but here.

And I built so much:

Friendships, places, passions,

Love and happiness.

Things I never had out in the world.

Things I could never feel.

But such discrepancies left me so bitter,

I could no longer recognize my face afterwards.

I hated the one I was stuck with in the real world.

I have nothing. I am nothing. I have no face.

You left me purposeless.

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.