Mind Games.?.

I am fond of the idea of falling in love with my own thoughts and imaginations, falling in love with the unachievable setting of a stoic attitude.
Failing to say the right words and stumbling upon real life obstacles, for I have always made up my own troubles which I know the escape to.
For I have always run away from ones I am afraid of and catch ones I enjoy.
How much more ironic can a girl like me be? Admitting on a stage in front of the World about the realist I am. When all I have been doing for the past billions of seconds I have been breathing, was just dreaming and dreaming.