i feel so fucking lonely
my best freind lives in my head and i don't mean that metaphorically , my brain is literally my best freind it feels like my soul is double yet forms a whole
i analyse myself but can't stop my bad behaviours
and i have so much fun, i laughs go on walks and daydream until i loose touch of what's real and what's not tangible
i'm my own lover , i complete myself so well being me and it feels warm but cold when i realise i'm basically a stunt for the supporting role of a play written from my imagination to a a show i'm the only guest of.
