I can't wake up

Its become my life now. I wanted it so bad. I would dream about it minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, month after month, while I was awake, and asleep. I dreamed about it so much that it slowly became my reality. I didn't know it would be like this. Other people made it look so simple. So fun. So perfect. I like it at first, but I soon realized how horrible, and fake it was. It was like getting a cute, cuddly dog and having it slowly turn into an ugly little creature as you realize how evil it really is. Then you stop and realize one day and wonder why you ever wanted it. My dreams have been overthrown. They have been over run.