After I lost 3 friends about 4 years ago, I was diagnosed with 3 degenerative diseases, and I’m probably gonna dead by 30. I keep having these ideas, delusions, thoughts, memories that aren’t real. I met a girl… She gave me a reason to keep going. She gave me a light on the horizon. She turned to be yet another memory that wasn’t real. I’m too far gone. At least, I never seem to remember this; I’ll wake up tomorrow and delude myself again. I don’t know if I want it to stop. Clarity is painful. And I think that if I tell my remaining friends, I think they’ll leave for good, and I’ll truly be alone. A lie? A pain? A fantasy? A dream? I don’t know what to call this… It feels like all, and I hope it never ends.