I can be so real with him.
He feels almost too real. In the numbing way that real life numbs. Liking him feels like hiding nothing. Like having to soberly face reality and life.
Pretending to be one person felt powerful and real but it's a fiction.
I want to kill myself.
I hate myself and the fucking world. I have no faith in me and him. I'll never be happy with anyone again because of stupid amazing R° kill me.












