Daydreams & Daymares (A short very emo-cheesy horror story)
I was a lonely kid with no friends. I was always left out and ostracized, even though I was not particularly mean or anything, I was just fat but other fat people had friends. I did attempt to talk to my schoolmates and form a connection, but it was like I was marred by something that I could not see but they could. I had no one to hang out with so I just went out with my family. But all of this loneliness and lacking a sense of belonging led to a habit that would prove to be my undoing later on in life. It was daydreaming. Constructing an elaborate and vivid internal life where I felt like I belonged and felt unalienated from people, and where no harm would come to those I held dear. I would jump into bed and delve deep into my mind’s eye. I’d imagine good things happening to my loved ones and I, a universe where nothing could scathe us and we were happy. I’d also make up scenarios surrounding people in school I wished I could be friends with o...