I never talk about it with anyone - not even my lovely, omnipotent cat. However, since I was approximately ten years old I have constantly daydreamed and fantasized about fictional worlds and characters. I spend several hours each day doing nothing but daydreaming. Although my social skills are somewhat strange, mostly involving hissing at random strangers at various intervals for no particular reason, I still have plenty of friends. Unlike what Maladaptive Daydream Disorder usually suggests, I do not have any particularly abnormal social dysfunctions, although I am naturally introverted.

I am always thinking of one fantasy world in particular which seems oddly real. If I were to choose between this one and that one, I would gladly accept the fantasy world. The more I think about it the more I wish for it. I cannot stop thinking about it.