Is it sad when you spend most of your time sitting out in your backyard, holding one of your mom's 9 chicken babies and just talk to them?... I spend hours doing that most days now... keeps me from crying for a little at night... I don't really have anyone to talk to much and they're not as squrimy as the dogs are, they're even softer and often make me disassociate.
It's kinda funny to think about... the big worlds I have created, one I think I put on here as an unfinished book, are from me living in that state, my happy little worlds where my characters can actually express their pain and get through it... but I've learned that mine must not have a very good story, and no one probably wants to hear about them either them either...