I don't even know what is real anymore. Seems like life has just been one endless joke for the last few years. Sometimes I suspect that I've been dreaming for the last 5, 6, years. I dunno.

Maybe I just want to be someone else, somewhere else. Blah. And when I'm in a state of mind like this, watching stuff like Life on Mars, reading House of Leaves, hell, playing most video games in general, doesn't help.

This is one hell of an identity crisis.