i. When I reminisce, I am reminded why I mentally escaped.
ii. My life was a cage. I used fantasy to dream of being better.
iii. Magic, combat, love- These were the key elements to my ideal life.
iv. I wanted to fight, to wield power, strength, and heart against any foe.
v. To be the beauty worthy of being fought for was something I craved.
vi. I wanted to be the one who inspired men to be better selves.
vii. Wizardry I loved. Bending elements at will would have been sublime.
viii. Characters and plots so much better than my life were a drug to me.
ix. Living in my head was the only way I could secure happiness.
x. Nostalgia's a *****- when I look back I see why these holes were filled so.
xi. Growing up is hard. Looking back on a hard life can be more painful.
Apparently I was very busy last night.
Home was lonely growing up. There was more than one occasion when I prayed to be transformed, to go back in time, to live as anyone but myself. I'm thankful to live a life devoid of necessary escapism; reminiscing brings such a poignant sorrow.