hello friend
that’s lame. maybe i should give you a name? but that’s a slippery *****, you’re only in my head. i didn’t want this. i created you. we have to remember that.

stop it.

why can’t i stop it? it’s just my illusion. it came by the time i want to hide it. i’m not hiding it but i’m a coward, it feels painful not to pretend. sometimes i dream of saving the world, saving everyone from the invisible hand, the one that forces us to go work with them, the one that control us everyday without us knowing it. i can’t help it. i’m not that special. just an anonymous.

****.

it’s actually happening again.
i’m talking to an imaginary friend.