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I'm not sure if you can understand it, but I still want to write it. This is an alternative diary. The environmental factors in my life have turned me into a person with fantasies, which can also be said to be delusions. It semi-forces me to fantasize about things that don't exist, such as worlds that don't exist; people or things that don't exist. As time went by, I wasn't sure if I was being forced to fantasize. Perhaps, in fact, I am also happy to fantasize, I am addicted to it and can't extricate myself... It fills my life, no matter day, night, or even... In my dreams...