the truth about my life...

The truth about life
is depressing
it's like wheter u have to choose the red pill or the blue pill in the matrix. The blue will reveal the depressing truth about life, while red will keep you sleeping in the dreamy beautiful 'fake' life.

Soo.. what it is going to be? The beautiful 'fake' life? or the depressing 'truth' about life?

I have always been curious about the truth... ever since I was a little tomboy girl. I know life isn't all about studying, school, birthdays, present, relationship, marriage, children, teens, maturity, whatsoever. I'm not sure wheter what it is. but I'm sure that it's gotta be something more than that.

It is something more...

I've read plenty of books telling me that I am living in such a fake life... full of people with socially-constructed mind, and a socially-constructed life.

We are all a robot. We are all a clockwork. We are all controlled by the society. Our mind. Our body. Our soul. Everything is fake. We are all constructed. You are constructed. I am constructed. Your parents are constructed. Your teachers are constructed. people who raised you are constructed.

Yet, you cannot live alone. You have to be constructed in order to be togerther with people, to have a social life. But your soul deep within screaming, hoping to break the chain. But your soul can't, because your mind is still constructed.

But it's all fake. I know it. We are all living on a fake world, we are all have a dummy life. This is just a phoney life.

The truth about my life is...
fake...
dummy...
phoney...

Even the truth is constructed