Is this the reality I really wanted?

The start of my creation.

Please everyone, if you have been dealing with some personal issues just please, don't read this if you don't want to get reminded about your past or anything.

I only make this book because I wanted to let it all out.

I wanted to let my delusions out.

My delusional mind out.

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This is where it all began...

I just sit there, ignoring my sorroundings as I read on my phone.

Just to make me forget about the world and my problems.

I smile as I read, my mind already working for the perfect world that I have been created for so long.

A perfect world for me.

A world where I can be anyone and be free of any negative things I had in my life.

I try to hide my smile.

I'm excited to imagine my own reality.

I snap out of my daze as I try to focus on my surroundings, afraid that my family would look at me and question me about my behavior.

Oh, how I love to escape this wretched reality and how I wanted to create something impossible.

Impossible to almost everyone.

I waited for night time to come.

Preparing for the reality I would come into.

The reality I oh so desperately need.

I feel ecstatic at the thought of meeting my own world that I have created.

I couldn't stop twitching and smiling from excitement.

I went to do my nightly routine before going to my bed.

The bed where I can imagine all the things I wanted for my world.

The closest thing that I would like to call "safe haven" but that won't be long for I will be in it once I got on it.

I was shaking and my stomach feels funny.

I shakily grab my blankets as I lay to my bed, tucking myself in.

I slowly close my eyes as a smile grow to my face.

Say goodbye to this world and say hello to my world.

This is where I start my own reality.

I open my eyes and look around.

I knew I was in my house.

Just like the way I imagine it.

I let out my satisfactory smile and I was still shaking from excitement.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe that I would be able to do this.

I was in my ideal world now.

Sad that I would have to left this world because I have to go back to that world I am from.

I take some steps, each step makes me feel more excited than ever.

It makes me feel like I'm alive.

Like I have reason to live.

I walk over to a mirror, deciding to look at myself.

I grin, seeing myself just the way I wanted.

Without any flaws, just pure beauty.

I touch my face.