I’m single, and its all my fault. Today is Valentine’s Day. Most people are happy and in love. Me? Not so much. All because I thought I was amazing. I thought, “I should have a boyfriend by now.” And then I got one. Two months later, I was admitted into a mental asylum for speaking to an imaginary person. The end.
There’s nothing wrong with imaginations
For me personally I have an entire thing going with interlocking plot lines.
the characters are only as real as you make them
Just don’t worry people by daydreaming in public settings or they’ll think your mental
This isn't humour, baby. Do better and stop telling people they're talking to imaginary people. I hope he is single, for the rest of his life too, so he doesn't do this to women. I can imagine it was your lovely prince B, right? And she is very real. And so are those two. Idiot.
