I can't stand the fact that 'you' are not real. What did I ever do to feel this way. I know I should not, yet I can't stop. All I do is think about 'you'. All I do is care about 'you'. I wish it were more that what it is. 'You' are not that much different than you, but I can't know for sure. Unfortunately I'll never find out. I understand that it's not supposed to be. But then why do I keep getting teased? How is it fair that I'm losing my sanity when you don't even know what 'I' could be. I know it is my fault. If I had the courage to perish it, I would. Both 'you' and 'I'.