This Describes Me Perfectly.
Ever since I can remember, I've been addicted to escaping. Whether it was escaping from my living situation, running away from friends, or simply escaping from reality, it's always been a problem with me.
There are so many friends that I've abandoned over the years, and usually for nothing. It's so hard to imagine contacting them again, after so long of being out of their lives.
Escaping from reality... that's something that I still do constantly, although my methods of escape have improved in time. Instead of using hard drugs, self-injury, excessive alcohol, meaningless sex, etc., to escape, now my worst vices are immersing myself in video games, and getting stoned maybe once a week.
I'm glad I've gotten better at this, but it's still hard for me to be fully in the moment and not engrossed in something that isn't real.