I don’t want to be here

I often catch myself putting escapism first before things necessary to maintaining my life here. Sometimes I forget what is real and what is not, and I wish I was somewhere else far far away. I tell myself that it would be better there; just like in the books and movies. Then I remember the old proverb that ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’ and I question the validity of that, and wonder if I was where I wished to be, would I wish to come back here?

I think I just want to feel loved, even though I know that there is plenty around me. I have family and friends that love me, but somehow I feel the urge to escape from this world and leave everything behind.