Sometimes I don't remember doing things. But sometimes I remember things that I don't even do. This feeling makes me afraid of myself. I wish could really differentiate which is my real memory. That I forgot that I already close the windows or I don't even open them.
Last night I dreamt about my extension life. My house got more rooms and larger. I have lot of friends with me. My mum is nicer. She doesn't complain that I'm still unemployed. My father is in the house. We do so much fun things together. Eat together. My mum cook such good food again. And most of all, I'm happy.
Being happy in dreams is not good. Ya, I knew that. But where or what else in the world is the better place and can make me happy?
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