What would they do if they found out who I was. Would they still love me? Would they hate me? The lies I told. The life I pretended to live. that was not me… it was my character I made up in my head. Who exists? Who doesn’t? when you start to believe the things you tell yourself does it not make you that person? Or am I losing my mind… well… losing my mind more than normal… the voices in my head telling me it’s wrong. The other voices telling me that if I say anything I will be alone, that no one will really love me. How is it I am grieving for people that are not even real? This fantasy almost seems more real than the reality I am living. What do I do….