I’m going to talk about my imaginary friend. She’s this short, she’s a bit skinny maybe half my body, she’s got the skin of an angel and seeing her, she just moves so calmly.

As she pointed her destination, she pointed out like this.  As I walked her home all night, I’m in the right lane but something’s wrong with me and I don’t know what she sees in me.  She told me to go home, I rejected. So she argued with me and said she would punch me if I didn’t go.  I calmed her. And I had to give her a warm embrace and I received the same.  And as I walked you home, I divided my money and felt melancholy.  Knowing I’m just somebody else just to walk away with.