When I was a child, my mother took me to see Snow White. Everyone loved Snow White, but I fell in love with the witch. If everything is a nightmare, do I have the right to open my eyes? If not, then run along that established destiny.
I can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality. The potential bad genes will eventually play a role, but there is a lack of time, place and unexpected events. So when the time comes, which one is the real me?