Realityorfake Stories

I'm Lisa. Ok, well not really- but I'll call myself Lisa for the sake of it, so I'm Lisa for all you know. I don't love life, I'm not going to fall in love- I'm actually a human being; However I think I'm practically an alien compared to everyone I know. *** Lisa is a downer, she sees the bad things in everything. Her views on life are 'say whatever the hell you feel like saying because I hope I'm not going to be around for the repercussions tomorrow'. Her journal is her warning, her way of telling someone how bad the world really is; The thing is, sometimes discerning cold hard reality from unessential pessimism is hard. Her journal is here, it's up to you to decide what is to believe and what's not.

Our society has become very advanced and they have enquired a system that engraves a estimation on our left arm at birth that estimate our death days, but some people will have a delayed death day these are the expired and if our "government" find out the expired will either be tested on or killed. I was supposed to die yesterday.... I am expired. Now I must live a life of fear and hiding that I will hate until I actually die so I must fake my death!