So what do you do when even your made-up world is crumbling?

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I had so many sleepless nights over this thing and yet I can’t find the happiness I had once experienced on it. I badly needed it back, call me selfish but i really made it for myself, so i can forget all the bullshit that’s been happening in my everyday life. But now, it seems that it’s also becoming a reason why I’m hurting and aching inside. I just want it back to how it is but it seems reality and fantasy is just the same. No turning back also applies in this one. :(