Figment

I feel like I'm living in a figment of my own imagination. Or rather, I’m just a figment in somebody else’s imagination. It's like I don’t know who I am anymore, and there’s a dictator ruling over me, choosing how I live and breathe and speak. It’s a scary feeling, not being able to control how to live your life the way you want to.

All of it, all of this, it’s weird, different now. Nothing feels real anymore, and I wonder to myself how long it has been since anything ever felt real.