I’ve been pretty much living a lie I guess. I was bullied a lot and never really had friends growing up. Whenever I hung out anywhere I stayed by myself just because idk I was bullied? I was just a shy kid I guess and I had these two imaginary friends that I eventually ended up naming and using these two friends to tell stories and help me seem more approachable and likable to get friends and they were such dumb stories but as I grew up the guilt has just been constantly building as I used these two characters through out my life. I ended up “losing them” by the age of 18 but still told their “stories” and stuff. I want to stop and just live on and forget it all but idk I feel like they’re tied to me forever now and idk the guilts just so stupidly overwhelming right now I guess. It was so dumb
