I live in both realities. One in the light, the dream, and one in darkness, the real world. The light is welcoming.  Here true happiness is achievable. True love exists. I can be happy with myself, and my attempts to do so aren't futile. The dark is cold but true. The real world. No one can ever be truly happy here. True love doesn’t exist, for one will always love too much and one will always love too little. Attempts for love are thrown away like nothing because here you are nothing, just like everyone else. The cold truth. Love isn't a gift, it's cruel and unforgiving. Most important, I will never be happy with who I am. I am nothing.