Sometimes I just feel like I'm the only one who really exists. I'm scared life is all a hologram, and everything I've ever felt or people ever said they felt is fake.

Like, did I ever get to hold my baby brothers in the hospital? Did I ever actually save that kid from overdosing? Did I ever spend any of those amazing nights with my best freind, laughing with stupid things? Did I really meet the love of my life?

Is it all fake?

Was anything real? I don't mean anything like "in my life." I mean, anything in the world. Does earth even really exist? Is it all a holgram, implanted into my brain? And I'm just some creature that was created to see how all of humanity would turn out?

Am I a useless test rat? Is that the only meaning to my existance? To show whichever entity exists what will happen?