The Questions is Why [Fiction]

Have you ever had the same experience as me?

Did you ever walked into a bar, and order yourself a drink? Were you alone? Pushed into loneliness by feeling inferior? Did you spend the day before alone on the swing, because everybody was avoiding you?

Then you know a feeling, of complete helpless? I thought so.

You probably spent all that time inside your head. Living lives that were unattainable. Saving the princesses, turning back the time, slaying kings and all the other quests, that you could think of.

You enjoyed there, so I am asking you... Why did you came back?