There’s this thing about life where everything feels like it’s just… fake. Like you’re walking around, checking the boxes, but none of it feels real. It’s like you’re staring at a picture of what you want, but it’s just a reflection in a broken mirror. The closer you get, the more it shatters.
I keep wondering if any of it even mattered. All those plans, those dreams I used to hold onto so tight, but now it’s hard to remember why I cared in the first place. I look around, and everything’s changing so fast, but I’m stuck. It’s like I’m moving through this haze, unable to touch anything solid, unable to find my way out.
I used to think there was meaning in all of it. I thought if I just kept going, kept pushing, I’d find something real, something worth fighting for. But now it just feels like the more I try, the more it all slips away. Like the things that used to matter don’t matter anymore. Or maybe they never did.
I catch myself thinking about all the times I convinced myself I was okay, when I wasn’t. Or how I told myself everything would work out, even though deep down I knew it wouldn’t. It’s all so exhausting, pretending. Pretending that I have it all together when the truth is, none of it makes sense. None of it’s as simple as I thought it would be.
Sometimes I wish I could step out of it, see things clearly, but every time I think I understand, it all fades again. Like it was never even real.
So here I am, questioning it all. Questioning what I thought was true, questioning what I thought was worth my time. Wondering if there’s any point to any of it, or if it’s all just some twisted illusion I’ve been living in without realizing.
