Who are all these people I think I'm chatting with but never actually met?
Who can prove I'm not part of a Trumanshow, where I'm living in a computer generated world manipulated by "them" for their own amusement, just as an experiment, just to see how I would react.
Maybe they would even give me something good, like a girlfriend, some friends, a great family (or at least some supportive ones...), and then see how much of the terrible things of my future and the past I would accept.
Then they throw me into a world of chaos, from where I thought I was doing fine, but not anymore.
They steal from you, through betrayal and crippling life events and take away the things which you previously thought made up your life, like your friends, family, girlfriends or even your job.
And in a moment of despair, even death seems like a comforting escape.
The very weight of existence comes at you with an incredible force, and so you ask questions wondering if all this is real.
Maybe what you have to do is wake up, but you don't know how.
You're only left with one option, which is to pretend.
Pretend like all this is real, try to find the things which gives you meaning and hopefully you work and do something good for the world, simply so you can tolerate yourself.
But the idea still remains, it's something which cannot die, because who said any of this is real.