I wanted to belong in that world for so long. It was my dream, my wish. And now I belong there, well I don't think you can really say I belong there, but maybe a little. And instead of liking it and enjoying it, this world is killing me, it's destroying me. Those people aren't my friends. I feel like I have to prove myself every stupid damn time, like I have to show them I am worth being there. But that's the problem I think when they will know who I really am, they won't like who I really am. Undestandable. I wouldn't like myself. So I fake this whole new personality, to belong there. But that world is fake and my fake new world, I dreamed so long about, it's killing me.