I am, most of the time, living inside my head, daydreaming and fantasising about things that don't exist or things that might have happened. Reality is dull as hell and it's getting more and more tedious. I wish I could change, get rid of these anxieties, and find a purpose in life but I don't know how. I've never really been good at anything. Things like sports, music and art, I would quit at any laugh or any criticism. I find myself weak and unable. I like to think of myself as a dreamer with a talent for writing. Perhaps, I'm not but it is still worth a try.