I am trapped in a world of fiction and never-coming-true dreams. I am living in a false reality. No one can understand my pain, the "after part". It's like a drug to me, you have your ups but when the downs comes, it's lethal. I'd do it all again, over and over, every single day. It couldn't be any more perfect. I miss them already, not only them... but so many more. It's only when you come back to where you left, when the show is over, that you realise how much of a boring-pathetic life you have. Well, that's my case.