Why do I still have fantasies of having a perfect life? It’s not attainable. I still want to be saved.
I read blogs and instantly connect with a person and want to be their best friend. But that’s as far as the fantasy goes as their anonymous and I’m silly. There is no real connection they don’t know I exist other then maybe these words on this screen. Don’t get me wrong I’ve made some real connections on here but sometimes I read a blog and I desire more from that person. I know it’s not healthy but it’s probably the borderline in me.