This perosnt hat people see everyday isn't the real me.. it's this persona that I have created to interact with the world. It smiles and acts cheerful and does its work while humming a tune. People like it, and they don't like me.. so I use it almost constantly.
Everyday I wonder more and more if the people I thought I remembered in my life ever really existed or if they're not just some pleasant thing I dreamed up.. My brother and Mandie... did they ever truly exist? It's like when you dream you can fly, only you're dreaming that someone actually lvoes you for who you are and is actually willing to be with you and support you until the day you die because YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO GET TO DIE FIRST GOD DAMN IT.

I don't want to outlive everyone I know