I Seek Sadness

This is my problem
A discontentment with what's happening in 'reality' can only lead to (courtesy of an active mind) a leaning towards the imagination. Of course, there are bound to be stages of 'life' where discontent and a search for convalescence is slightly more pressing than usual. So it seems that perhaps the fine line between fantasy and reality is blurred, a dangerous aspect as my dreamscapes are constructed and elaborate on miniscule details of my life that crave elaboration... so sometimes i have to stop and really question did that happen or was that a fleeting moment in my mind, a figment of my imagination?
The answer is always the latter, nothing in my life reflects the fairytale animation i want therefore the result is always crushing
I can't help wanting these ideals and i sure can't do anything about nobody else wanting them --> I can't wait forever, the only one looking at life through a silver mist of idealism. Nothing will ever happen except for disappointment
It's like hunting for Hallows. I'll never get 'em all, not when it counts