> A thought I think a lot...
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> I think I'm not really here at all...I'm really in a mental institution with doctors all around me trying to break through my insanity. But all I see is my normal, everyday boring life...Driving to work is really me sitting in a chair, with my hands in the air and my feet pressing imaginary pedals...and everytime I tell someone about This Theory, the doctors get all excited, cause maybe I'm having a breakthrough or something, but I'm not cause I WANT to stay in this imaginary world of mine...(they don't think I'm having a breakthrough now, cause they can't see what I'm typing...they only see my hands moving like Im typing. But maybe they put a keyboard under my hands so that what I'm typing shows up on the screen in the doctors office...and right now nurses are running to check and see if I'm finally coming out of this phsychosis(sp?) and maybe my mom and dad are standing there with tears in their eyes, cause they think their little girl is finally gonna get better and....)
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> Ti"I think about this WAY too much"cia
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A really weird story that explores that very idea is "The Yellow Pill". I recently read it for English class and thought it was pretty cool.

M"But if anyone has read it and gets the ending, please explain it to me"el