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I'm beginning to think that my middle name really fits me. I mean, yeah..It makes sense, being my grandmother's name and everything, but its more than that. I definitely feel like Alice sometimes. I just live in this complete dream world, and sometimes I just wish that I could get away from here and find this place where all of my perceptions are changed. A place where I can be a completely different person. At the same time, these dreams that I have for myself, when they actually do come true, or come close to coming true, they're never the way I would have imagined them, and they always let me down. The thing about being a dreamer is that, eventually, you have to face reality. You have to understand that dreams aren't real, and that you can't base your life around them. And that's the hardest part about being Alice.