I fall in love with fictional worlds; in movies and novels and tv shows. I fall in love with characters as if they were real- because they're real to me. I stay up at night reading through theories, creating my own, analysing every single bit of information I get my hands on. Every plot twist unravels me as if actual events that are of significance to me. I delve so deep in to these worlds I often separate myself from the real one. Inserting myself so deep inside them I find it hard to climb out. This is why on most days, I am antisocial. Because it reminds me that its a lie. That's its not real. And this, this is the reality. But it'll always be real to me.