I love to escape to a world of fantasy and colour where I'm always the protagonist, of course. Trouble may exist but everyone around me makes the light at the end of the tunnel so bright. I matter, I am key to the existence of my world and missed when I am gone. There are goblins and trolls, handsome dudes and laughing children. I am the fairest of them all and never have to be forward. Each day brings a new and wonderful outfit,  never regretted for wearing. I have financial security. 

I wake up to a world of reality and dulness where I am only the protagonist in my own mind. Trouble brews like a rain cloud on the horizon. I am not missed when I am gone. Friendships fade, family grows tired of me. There are foes and hateful people, incomparably beautiful girls and children cultured to expect, take and be disrespectful. I am never happy with what I see in my reflection, but who is after reading this month's vogue? Each day brings a sigh. I no longer have a job. I worry about money which are tied to my plans to travel abroad. I am worried about finding a job, saving enough money and traveling alone. I must escape to new worlds and experience life outside this suffocating bubble.