Into the Abyss

When I was little, I wasn't like the other kids. I didn't play with them. Maybe if I was invited I would have. But I never was. I was pudgey. I wore glasses. I read books and watched cartoons. Most fondly I drew pictured. I drew pictures of things I wished were real. I drew fantasy beasts and castles and places I could only ever dream about. I loved things that weren't real. I loved fantasy and the manipulation of the world I knew and pecieved. I still do. That's why I do drugs. Because fantasy is so much better than what everyone else is living.