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The life I'm living is that of a hopeless struggle. What do I really want? Who am I really? Questions that usually give answers would instead give me more questions. Are people supposed to know themselves? Then why don't I know anything about mine? There is no such thing as freedom, yet I wanted nothing more but be free. The apocalypse is hell, yet I wanted to walk amongst the rubbles of its aftermath. Can freedom be found after a war? Or will death find me first during its preludium? Will there be peace after death? Or will it mark the beginning of a never-ending nightmare? Is it better to live forever? What if there is no heaven

There is nothing wrong with loving people who exist only behind the screen -- whose actions I can control; decisions I can choose. It's like watching myself become the person I can never be... it's like giving life to a small part of me who has never accepted reality; and it's like being surrounded with friends who are not fake and never will be. Because these people may be gone, but only if I allow them to. And no matter how long I may be away -- even if sometimes I forgotten them -- once I return they will be there exactly where I left them. There is nothing wrong with loving these people. They're even more real than most people outside th