To me, everything is a illusion. Everything. Everywhere I walk now, its all an illusion. Yet it is reality. Something, I need to face. "Must I face it? Or can I just run away?" I would kindly prefer running away. I love to sleep, because I enter into nothingness. No dream, no worries, no daunting facts and truths opposing you, no pain. Its almost wonderful compared to living in this world which has no more meaning. Sadly, I don't get proper nights rest. Been going on for awhile, I hope my body doesn't fail me. Oh how I hate it when I awake, staring at the things of the world. Look, staring at the night sky, the sunrise and sunset, the plants on Earth, I classified under them. Everything I see with my 2 physical eyes, is things of the world. Usually, I find encouragement to press on when I look at them, now, I doubt its real. I am skeptical of everything. The motives of people, their actions and all. You don't know what they are thinking, you are unsure of t...