you wont believe how terribly lonely i really truly am.
this isn’t real.
this world isn’t real.
none of this is real.
i put it together.
piece by piece.
section by section.
fragment by fragment.
i built it up from nothing.
and look now, it’s everything i’ve got.
without it,
i am pathetic,
i am alone,
i am a disgrace,
i am horrible
i would be dead.
i spend all my time there,
and when i do,
i dont feel alone.
but its not real.
none of it is real.
but for some reason,
all of it,
every bit of it makes me feel
loved,
cherished,
happy,
wanted;
something that no one in reality gives me.
without my other world,
i have just been sitting alone this entire time.
to reality,
that is how alone i have been all this time.
to my other world,
its actually real to me.
the people in my world are more real than those in this world will ever be.