I've always liked the idea of writing a blog and a few times I started, but after a while I rarely write all that I eventually forgot that I even had a blog. I believe that daily writing can be a great therapy for unorganized person like me. I think it might be good for confidence. Maybe I will, if I continue to write, one day see the blog and think about how my life was still worth something.
All I can do is write how I feel. I do not have such an interesting life that I could write what I was doing and who I was hanging, and especially to put photos .. It would not even dare because I was afraid that someone does not recognize. I was afraid I'd be thinking of others as usual. I created a bunch of new scenarios in my head and constantly thinking about what I think people who do that are not important to them than I have absolutely nothing to do. This fear could be a big trigger for maladaptive daydreaming. And I would try to avoid triggers.
Sometimes it seems to me that alone I think of myself what I would want others to think. I'm realistic. Herself lying. Sam I believed in my show. I do not like the reality of how much I love your inner world about daydreaming. I guess because it is so difficult to stop, and when I stop on that day then you could hardly wait to play the music and let your imaginary piano, do the imaginary appearance, after which subsequent to thunderous applause and cries of all those extraneous people. I wonder if the desire for glory, praise and admiration of the people (who are in my imaginary world is obviously important) consequence of an ancient sense of powerlessness in front of them, feeling that I was cool enough in certain situations and then to try to correct the fat creating scenarios that will never happen.
What if some of the scenarios really happened? I wonder how it would affect me real insights (although I'm already aware of it) that is 99% of the time in an imaginary world actually fvd lost time. The time that I could use for those things fvd for which I regret that I missed them.
How is it that the rights I so different from what they want to present to the people, of the kind that people find me and the One imaginary? How is it possible for someone to lose so much time on something that does not exist? How is it that all this is happening just me? How to take control? How to keep alive the right one that I managed to swim to the surface now and then? As if trying to balance on the rope that they do not inadvertently swing. But because I fall for! And I feel all the worse every time you climb again as always I realize that I live in error.
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