Fictional. I suppose one could say the life I have lived is impossible, borrowed from stories and false accounts. But I have never felt my world was imagined. I have never doubted my reality.

I hardly intend to start now.

Do many so easily turn from life as they’ve known it? Regardless of what this world is or how I came be in it, I know who I am. And the world I’ve left behind is more real to me than this one ever could be.