An alcoholic. A monster. Love is fake. Cruelty is the truth.

Have I been an alcoholic? Even it has brought me into trouble in times. In reality, spiritually, and losing more and more control when facing me myself. And can no longer live with myself, inside nor from the outside. The torture seem infinity. The pain that made me a monster.

Would you not again appear in dreams, being in fake and then the cruelty of reality.

Love is fake. Reality is the only truth. Cruelty is life. Life is suffer.