Hey...

Hey... I wonder... I wonder if this is all real... What if I'm just some girl in a coma, sleeping her life away, and my whole life has been a lie? If all the laughs and all the tears are fake? And everything I've been striving for, longing for, wishing for, isn't real? If I've just been creating this life for myself, calling it my 'ideal world'? If so... Couldn't I have come up with a better life? Couldn't I have come up with a life with less pain? Or maybe that would've been boring... Or maybe... Maybe... This fake life will end in a way that I'm satisfied enough and I'll wake up kind of happy knowing it was just a dream....... But then I'll be overwhelmed with sadness at the thought that those I care about never existed... And I just might take my own life with that... They say that the cherry blossom fall at about 5 centimeters per second....