I’m a little disconnected from the world. That’s because, under emotionally chaotic external stimuli, I need a strong, complex, and enclosed inner self to keep from feeling lost. I need somewhere to retreat to when emotions are overwhelming—somewhere to calm down. It could be books, could be films, could be anything that fascinates me and allows for full immersion. “Playing until I’m obsessed” is my defense mechanism. Obsession makes me feel safe—it lets me ignore everything outside. In my world, there’s only me, the things I love, and my thoughts, senses, emotions.

I’m a little disconnected from the world. I like that sense of purity—my world doesn’t need anything else. It just needs me and what I love. I don’t care much about anything else. Still don’t. I don’t really understand trends, but somehow, the things I like always end up being discovered by lots of people eventually. Not that it changes how I feel. It usually makes my experience worse—but I always find a way to make it comfortable again.