Wow. I'm reading you and can see a very important part of my life.
I used to scape of reality just imagine a life outside mine. I spent so many times staring at the wall, listening music while I was imagining my own life. That includes loves, friends...
For me is not weird but I know that is not usual. The worst part of it is to know that it is unreal and never will be real. That was the point I started to feel depressed. I can't remember if I started to imagine just because I hate my life or I started to hate my life because it isn't what I imagine...
I have never told this to anyone except my T, who recommended me to start living and forget my imagination. Something that I have never been able to do.
Thanks for sharing this because at least I can understand that I'm not the only one.