I've always daydreamed, it is a daily routine.
But the thing is I can't accept the fact that they aren't real, they will never happen. I can't face the reality, I have no idea about the real world. I just cry because my imagination/fantasies are different from the reality.
There's another problem in my imagination my loved ones die oftenly sometimes I end those stories with my death.
I don't know if these things are weird or normal.
I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety lately and I'm 15.