Is this what you wanted?
Is this..what a hopeful youth pictured when she saw the future..?
You can't keep pretending. It's tearing you apart. We can't do this anymore. You can't keep dreaming, and creating, and believing that the connections inside your head are real.
You can't. You have to stop.
You're killing yourself. But it's not like you can change that.
You could sacrifice your imagination, the characters, the connection, and the love between them - the creativity that brought you peace.
But you'll still die. You'll die without them, because you've made them real.
But that's so fucking dangerous. Because you're starting to wake up. You realize how starved you are of something that is real. You can't keep creating these worlds. It will only bring you more pain, more heartache, more loneliness.
Stop eating, stop sleeping, stop imagining. Don't dream.
Wake up, and it can all be over. It can all be over. Every last bit.
You don't have to eat anymore, you don't have to sleep anymore, you don't have to cry for fear of the future anymore.
Death is so real. And I think that's beautiful.
