It was like holding a crystal ball in my hands, knowing I had all the answers wrapped around a small and superficial world. But there must be a difference between know and believe - well, I guess it depends on how you define them. Nevertheless, I was so sure, yet I found myself so unsturdy and so unable to grasp onto reality. It was just like a never-ending black hole that displayed fifth dimensional images that weren't actually there. That's what my life felt like. But if I were to ever wake up from the delusion, would it hurt more than it did already? I didn't want that. I was scared. However, I'm sure that being alone is far better than being completely hollow.