I walk outside and feel like everything is fake, the sky, the shadows. Everything so plastic. So unreal. I don't understand. I know it is real, but do I? The never-ending look of the fake fills me. To the brim with doubt. I don't know how I am meant to survive. If this is what it is meant to be like how will I ever be able to handle life. I cannot walk outside without feeling like something is wrong, that feeling in my gut, never-ending piercing of anxiety and guilt. I know there is something wrong, I know that something isn't right, but I cannot comprehend it. I do not understand why I feel this way. Why do I feel this way? How will I live to see tomorrow if tomorrow feels like it shouldn't exist? How will I live to see tomorrow when my only thoughts are of today? How will I understand the feelings I have when I cannot even understand myself? These are the questions that whirr in my head, like pounding drums. The never-ending noise of what is happening to my mind, how will I even live. As I walk through the forests they are so green, so fake, the shadows are so fake, everything is so fake. The paths, the trees, the leaves. All of them feel fake, Cause and effect doesn't work. Almost like a simulation I feel trapped. I cannot not feel this feeling, I cannot escape this inevitable never-ending torture. I just want to walk free.
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