"Save me from myself, I'm scared," I told her. "I'll save you from your self, if you kill me afterwards," she replied. "Why?" I questioned. "The way you are makes me happy, you are real. I fear that once you try be something else, you will stick to it. Once you stick to it and become committed to being that way. If you make one mistake you get angry and depressed. You'll want to do better. Slowly but surely you will be focused on not trying to be who you are, that you don't notice while you were "changing" your self. You were alway the same. Once you realize you will be too far gone," she explained. "Why would you want me to kill you afterwards?" I wondered. "I can't sit back and watch you ruin your self," she easily said. "But you said you would help?" I recalled. "I will until, I see you committed," she answered. She will be the death of me.