Fade in, Fade out
The tables have turned
Remain in doubt
When I woke the next day I had an urge to contact Gavin. Maybe he went through problems like me. I don't really know.
After looking through the phone book which was two stories large, I found him, Gavin Witherhood. I called him three times. He answered on the fourth try.
"Hello?"
"Um, hi, uh Gavin, this is Troye..."
"Oh, uh, what do you want?"
"How are you?"
"Fine, why?"
"Just because, we need to talk."
"We are talking now."
"In person."
"I-I can't."
"Please..."
"Two days."
"Thank you."
I was unsure of why Gavin didn't want to talk. Worried a little. But in two days, I will have spoken to him and helped him warm up to me. This is how it should be, friends. But, why do I still feel like things are wrong.
I decided that I'd go to the library again. I mean, if I can't sleep why not do something that takes me even more into my dreams. I read all the time so why not devote even more time to it. I read all kinds of books. Horror, Science Fiction, biography, etcetera. Books really do take you away.
After what felt like hours at the library I walked home. I thought about that letter to my mother so many times. I wheeled my office chair around my room debating. I felt like I was physically unable to do anything. Was this a side-affect?
In all honest truth, I was scared that my imagination really could kill me. What if I lived in this "imaginary" world thinking it was real, but the real world was not this one at all. What if all the people I know and love now are only pieces of my vast imagination? I know I wouldn't be able to live knowing that. What would my life come to? Could I ever grow up and have a real job and life with OAI?
I recently talked to one of my new therapists, they suggested exploiting my imagination somewhere. For about three years I have been singing on YouTube. I took the therapists words to heart and decided to begin a YouTube video blog. I planned everything out, the first video would be in September. I still must pick a date.
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Pain Defines Us (Troye Sivan)
Teen FictionA young teenage boy has discovered he has a very rare disease. It fills him with pain and uncertainty. He questions what is real. It affects his mind and actions.
