I am a person who is, so to speak, CHASING RAINBOWS ON MY OWN. I am trapped in the place of mind in between THE REAL WORLD and the fictional realm of all the books I read.

Many are like me, trapped barely understanding what's real and not real. We are trapped in the delusional thought that we can be hero's or leave an impact on the human race.

THAT'S JUST NOT THE TRUTH.

This is the truth.

We will go about our lives doing "important" things and falling "in love" eternally searching for something.

The Greeks believed that humans had originally been formed with two heads, arms, and legs. But Zeus was afraid, so he chopped us in half, making it so we will spend our whole lives searching for the missing part. 

but in the end we will all die.

That's the truth.

but you know what? 

YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH!! 

YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!

YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU THESE THINGS!

YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU!!

In the end the world will eventually end. Humans will cease to exist, and no one will tell tell your story because it is pathetic.

You either go through life being a pain in the rear but somehow you are popular. You "Fall in love" and have kids and have a "Perfect little family" and then you die.

Or

You go through life as an out cast. Always looking over your shoulder for an attacker. Always feeling useless. And then you too will die.

And the truth is no one will know your story.

The truth is, when you break it down, life is useless.

But the truth also is that we love this twisted terrible fate we have.

And that is the truth. 

Told you you couldn't handle it