The endless dream..

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Since i was born i never met my real dad, that time i live with my grandma and my grandfather (that time i was thought they're my parents), well nothing big happen since then until i grown up a little.. around 2005-2006 (i forgot the exact date) my big sis husband come to house, then i planning to go outside to play with my best friend, then my big sis husband call me to his car and tell me something. he told me the truth that "my mom" isn't my real mom, but my "big sis" is my real mom. Well, at this point in some movies situation will become dramatic or smthing.. but for me, it's do nothing.. because i never really can understand "love" or at least the love that obtain because someone is our family member, i never feel a close bond with my parents, or anyone in my family. "associates" that's the best way to describe them for me. I never ask or demand extra attention, i'm happy living by myself.. do something by myself.. sharing things with people that i choose by myself.. no need to involve a unnecessary people to get in my business, live inside myself, i think is the best way of living. It's not like i don't have a life or smthing, i got fun time socializing with people in the real world, in the internet and else, but all of it just feels like a dream for me, everything went so fast. it's feels like i'm not the one who experiencing it, it's more like i'm "spectating" myself. but when the night come, and the real dream come.. that's when my real life come.. because i'm dreaming all the time anyway.. it's never stop before and won't ever stop.. and i like it. you can write any comment you'd like. if you want of course.