reality

Really is a complex, a thing that society uses to push over creativity. I hate reality, I hate the reality that I live in, I mean, who wouldn't, You wake up, get dressed, go to school, come back from school and go to sleep again. Reality is a constant loop, tied around me like a rope that shall be tied around my neck. To get to the outer space, to feel loved even if being alone, to be free, that's what I want, that's who I want to be. I wanna get so high that society and reality will become a complex that won't stand a chance against my freedom, for is society just and individual? A person who creates his own freedom by breaking mine down? Am I society from the view of someone else? When I was younger, I was often told that my dreams weren't valid, that they weren't real, that my dreams won't be able to become reality in the eyes of society. What is this society anyways, is it a group of people from higher class? Or is it simply the first person, who doesn't have the same taste as me? Fuck society, let's float above the human fate. Let's die.