Life is a game. This is not real, everything is fake. Love is a game. There is no such thing as true love, its a joke. Everyone just messes around with other’s feelings. This is all fake, we are all living in somebody else’s imaginary world. This is all pretend, like just think about it… why exactly are we alive if we are going to die in the end? Everyone likes shortcuts, and suicide is a shortcut to life. There is no real point in living, you do something bad in society either you get noticed and then punished and never heard of again; or you do something good for society and you get recognized for a little while but later you’re forgotten forever. Which ever direction you choose to go in, we all end up in the same place; shaking hands with death. Maybe death is the real world, maybe even a perfect world. Where everyone is truly happy, and you can be who you really are, deep down. It’s fun to think of things after escaping this game of life. This is fake, it all is. You’re living in a fantasy world that you can’t control. Why? Because this is not the dream that we want to be in, we are being controlled. By who? Society maybe? Not sure, but think about it… why are you the way you are right now? Why are you standing where you are right now? Most likely because you had to go there. Everything is a game, joke, this place is fake!