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Yesterday made me realize that a person's true character can be completely contrasting to the one that is perceived in my mind. It attests the power of imagination. I have the ability to fool myself into believing the impossible, distorting both reality and the specifics. Normally, the thought of such an occurrence would be treated as luxury. These days though, it leaves me frustrated. A part of me wants nothing more to do with fabricated illusions because let's face it... Waking up remains to be the biggest disappointment. Just for now, I'd prefer to face life head on without placing too high hopes on what is not really there.