How?

How can this world be real when it's so made up?

Every. Single. Thing.

We give something value because it's shiny.

We created something that never stops and is only a count down to our death.

We created math, and science, and all these things that now must be taught, but are completely useless.

We've created everything in this world besides our own physical selves, and the true things around us like animals and nature.

We've created love. This feeling that is supposed to be what makes the world okay.

We've created hope, because we don't want to face the truth.

These days we have even created our personalities, because people are so cruel in this world where if you are yourself you become a pariah.

This world is fake and broken.

We are broken.

You don't like it?

Go ahead and keep on acting like everyone else. Pretending that all these things will save you.

Just know.

It only makes you more broken.