I have this little bit of fantasy built into a small portion of my head. This fragment made me believe that everything will be easy and fine by the end. This fragment made me believe that nothing could hurt me. This little piece of fantasy has bullshitted me and I know this because I have been exposed to reality.

I have this little bit of reality forced upon every make-believe I’ve ever thought of. It hasn’t necessarily been kept true to me, but it made my illusions more and more real. Existence is so difficult to acknowledge myself to.