People sometimes tell lies, imagine a completely different fantasy world, dream about the distant future, or invent a lover's relationship that only exists inside their heads.
This process repeats from the day we are born until the day we die.
Forever and ever.
It is depressing.
It is shameful.
But it is dear to us.
It is an illness known as self-consciousness.
It is something we must all face known as "ourselves".
You can't find me on steam.
You can't find me on facebook.
You can't find me on twitter.
You can't find me.
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