Now my stomach is sick and it's all in my head.

I feel sick. Not physically, but emotionally.
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There are just some things...that I don't know how to express anymore.

I used to tell people things...and would proceed to feel awful after telling...

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Inception was great, I loved it. Films that deal with dreams fascinate me.

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I want to construct my own dream world and have everything inside be reality.

Good things don't happen much here in this world.

Why am I always stuck in my own rubble? Perhaps in limbo I could create things that I've longed for in reality.

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I am afraid. Of what? I wish I could articulate what I fear...and have a friend who would understand, not simply disregard it as something of my own imagination or fixation.