The world seems unreal when I walk the halls at school, as I sit in class, as I perform my duties as a student the best I can.

Walking through the halls at school, it seems like something out of a movie.
Friends greet you in the halls, you laugh and chat with people as you walk to class.
The classical, stereotypical highschool experience.

Then you head to class. The teachers actually like you, you pay attention in class and get good grades. Even your classmates don't pick on you that much anymore, hardly ever actually.

This can't be real, can it? The same people who once hated and scorned your very existence now tolerate, and in some cases even became friends, with you.

I feel detached, apart from everyone else. The only time I feel truly alive is at lunch, when I'm laughing and messing around with my friends. Some days even that seems false, the idea of me having friends laughable.

Hell, the very life I live seems false, as in tangible as air. I could be living in the simulation of a perfect senior year for as real as it feels to me. When I look at pictures of me, I don't think that's me. It can't be me. The girl in the pictures looks cool, and sophisticated, and I know I am anything but that. I question what I truly appear like to others around me.

Sometimes I think of him. My encourager, my rock, my friend. I sometimes think he's nothing but a fictional boyfriend I invented from the countless romantic stories I've read and lived out in my head. After all, there's no such thing as a perfect boyfriend. Yet, he is perfect, perfect for me. But still, how was it physically possible he exists? How I met him, how we came to where we are today?

And then, there's a matter of my online friends and families. People that actually care when I start to fall, people that asked me how I'm doing. It seems so false, like a shimmer in the air that will disappear if I would have try in touch it. Picture perfect doesn't exist, yet is in my life through them.

Life is... an illusion. Sometimes if feels real, sometimes it feels false.

It seems to good to be true, but... Could this world be real?

Is the world we live in reality?

Or is it just an illusion, and we're all just sitting in rooms with straight jackets and white padded walls?

After all, who can really tell what's true and what's fake?