Dear Olivia,
When I made you in my mind as a 7yr old I never expected you to be the cause of my demise. You are perfect in every way… because I made you that way you are the embodiment of what I wish to be but can never and will never be. You are beautiful, successful, popular, wise, and mature, with an incredible story. Most people grow out of invisible friends when they’re young but you were never an invisible friend you are a figment of my imagination that I can’t get rid of. I dream up your life without trying. Is this normal. Does everyone dream up a lifelong character? I’m 17 now and I am still dreaming up your life!! You are the reason why I feel as if I have no meaning and I am so insignificant. You use to be an escape a person I could pretend to be when I hit the worst parts of my life but now you just piss me off. Why did I make you so goddamn perfect and you never leave. Do you remember when I was about 10 I thought I was getting too old for you so I stopped imagining and creating your life. Those 2 months were the darkest deepest sleep I ever fell into. It was almost terrifying how I seemed to have died. And yet no matter how hard I try I can never see your face I just know your drop dead gorgeous.
Why do you do this?
-Your miserable creator and author