Sometimes I wonder, is imagination my only friend? Am I the only one I can talk to? Is it only imagination (be it mine or other’s) the only things that cheer me up? Why do I not own something real except my body? How fake life is. I find it funny, how my heart breaks only at her “NO”, only cured with a marukaite. its annoying, I know she did not want to go. This is so fragmented. Can’t I have friends that listen to me?

Man you are such a control freak! Oh hi…YO! I’d wish you were real. Why? I am part of you! At least be more visual. CHYUUGOKU ARU YO! Not listening again huh? I want to talk to you as if I can talk to another person… so I’d not look so mad. Hmm? Sms? I bet is to cancel the meeting… oh class outing? WOW… I want to go to beach- To kill yourself again? OF COURSE NOT! I – I just want… You remember the dream huh? Not tasteful at all…HAHA.. sheesh! Spain is so cute. Random rant huh? Today the china teacher talked about some good child bad child.. HMM? I’m just wondering which one you are… HAH! IM AWESOME!uh huh... geese..

sometimes i wonder why do i act like you most of my ti- DO YOUR WORK ELIZ!