Sometimes I thought of life is a big lie for me. Not everything in this world had been real for me I think, aside from my friends. Even my emotions, I usually fake it out, like everything is nuisance. I don't even know how to decipher reality and dream anymore. Sometimes I would want to wish dream to last more than it should, but when hit back by reality, it disappears. Dream for me is like smoke that disappears upon the strong blow of the wind. But I do have my plans to build on, some expectation that I wanted to meet and some achievement that I have to achieved. Its just the fact that, I don't know where to place it within me. They said it will be good for reality, but it feels better for me when I place it on my dreams. Now I'm confuse as well if my existence is real.