Sometimes is is easier to pretend than to be real. It's easier for me to pretend that I am ok. To pretend I am not racked with hurt jealousy fear bitterness confusion insufficiencies doubt failure frustration and the list goes on... Because doesn't fake live longer? I mean, like, forever? Doesn't the artificial end up superior in the race for longevity? It is plastic and perfect, streamlined and efficient. From Barbie in the dream house to the nails on my fingertips to the fruit in the…