Somehow it seemed more real and more frightening than any dream. They were all there, except me. No one even realized I was missing. Or was I really missing? Was I even really there to begin with? How long has it been this way? Everything feels so real, but so untrue. I don’t get this unfamiliar feeling. Will I ever come back or am I stuck like this? Wait how could I be stuck if I don’t even know where I am at or why I am here. I don’t even know if this is truly real. I could be asleep and just dreaming the whole thing. I will just wake myself up…ok? Nothing? They still don’t notice me? Maybe, they don’t care. What is this? I feel as if I’m stuck in a confusion of my own mind. My thoughts, hopes, dreams, fears, secrets, and my self. So they say there is a reason for everything, but what maybe the reasoning to this loneliness.