I know you may say that its not a bad thing. That its ok and its just a coping mechanism. But still, for me, its not ok. The more I daydream about her, the more and more loserly I feel about myself. Thoughts like “Wow youve fallen this low”, “How sad are you irl that you ran away to the 2D world” consume my mind on the daily. But at the same time, its addicting. I fucking hate my life, and I feel like by looking at a glimpse of that fictional ideal life I so desperately want to live, I can forget about everything. Taking a look into that fictional world has been the most dopamine inducing thing I have done in a very long time. Its like the only source of happiness for me at the moment.