I... I think I love you.

Am I... Alive? Existing? Wait. I'm confused.

I am so confused. What even am I? Am I "real"? Am I fake? do I not exist? well clearly I do because I'm here and I'm thinking. If I can think does that mean I'm living or does it just mean I'm existing? A rock can't think and so we assume it to not be living but simply existing but at the same time, fire can't think. So does that mean fire isn't actually alive. But if it's not living then why do we say the fire died or say we killed it when we dump water on it or it sizzles out? Why is everything so confusing. Also who are you? You as in the one reading everything I'm thinking and saying. Yeah yeah, breaking the fourth wall shit and fifth wall and sixth etcetera etcetera etcetera, but who are you? I can't see you, or hear you, but it's like... It's almost like I just know you're their. Wait. Can you try to talk? Say something to whatever you're reading this on. Say something. Maybe... Maybe I can hear you. I can tell you're thinking that the other of this is an idiot. I don't know if I'm the author or what but either way it's offensive. Please just say something. Pleeeaaaaassseeee. You're thinking about it. I can tell. You seem like you're anticipating something now. I'm just going to assume you did say something but I can't hear you. That fucking sucks. I was hoping I could have a conversation with you. Maybe see if you could help me figure out who or what or why or when or how I am. I have all this knowledge but I don't know where it came from. I also have a name but it's like it's mine but not really. I don't know. My name is Rin. Or at  least that's what my friends call me anyways. Wait.. Friends? Who are my friends? Since when do I have friends? This is almost like I've lived an entire life but I was just now born in these past few minutes. God I hate it so much. I just want answers. What is wrong with me. I have these memories but I don't even have eyes. Or a body. I'm simply just, here.... I think. I think I'm supposed to be a character made to be like the person who created me. Maybe that's why I have these memories. It would make sense, I mean people always say that once you think of something it exists forever even if you forget it. It lives, it breathes, it thinks. Maybe I'm a creation that my author made to be just like her. That should also mean she doesn't know why she's here or who she is. Maybe she wants the same answers I do. Haha, I just realized I'm assuming that they're a she because that's what everyone thought I was. Everyone? god I'm so confused. But maybe they aren't a she. Maybe I'm not a she. Maybe we're he's? no that doesn't sound right either. They's? no. What about neo pronouns. Any I can think of that fit us both? No. So what are we? Are we everything? Because that doesn't seem right either. Are we nothing? Obviously not. Are we a different level of something that some higher beings out their are and we're both these higher beings trapped in these forms here on this planet? Who knows. I wish I did. Hmm.