I have a world living inside my head.
It’s like a continuous, highly detailed story, where the main character is a different, better version of me. In it, there are imaginary people. Whenever I read a book or watch a film I add its characters to the story.
This has been going on for years now, since I first started school. First of all, it just involved me being amazing at singing, and fighting monsters. When I got to junior school it got a little more sophisticated; even though I was still fighting monsters I would sometimes travel away from school where all my earlier fantasies had been set. I’m now 12 and I devour books. The storyline is just as intricate as you could ever possibly imagine.
I haven’t told anyone about this. If I did, they would probably laugh, or call me crazy.
Its called maladaptive daydreaming.