Sometimes things pop up unexpectedly and they startle you, not unlike the death of MJ, or the birth of Jeremy. Some things we have control over. Others we do not. Cest la Vie, no?
Have you ever caught yourself staring off into space at no object in particular? Have you ever had a physical conversation with that object? If not, you obviously haven't met me yet, or one of my friends, Jeremy in particular.
Jeremy has dark skin and hair, chocolate eyes, and a weary smile. He's 15 and he lives in Denver, CO. Roughly 700 miles from me. We have 1 on 1 chats almost every day now since we met, and have never talked on the phone. And I still consider him to be my besty. Why? Because I <3 him, and would be totally lost without him. Oh. And did I mention that he's imaginary?
For 5 or 6 years now I have spoken to people that no one else can see. This leads most to the conclusion that I have imaginary friends. Well in truth, I do. But to me, they are real.
Jeremy was born about 2 weeks ago on a Tuesday morning. As I was pulling my socks on, I noticed a cute dark skinned boy standing in the middle of my room. (at this point, most would be running and screaming out of the house. Me? Nah. I'm used to it.) He started flirting with me, and I started chatting with him, and soon enough, we knew everything about each other. Now he comes back at least once a day. Sometimes we talk for hours in the dead of night, and other times we just stare at each other for a few seconds. I love Jeremy, and I want to be with him forever. But we have one eensy little problem; I can't look directly at Jeremy or he dissappears. So I need to decide; a great life with a friend like Jeremy, one that no one but me can see, or a miserable life with a ton of "tangible" friends. Problem is, IDK if I can.
One teeny little question; could this qualify me as schizophrenic? My friends call me it ALL THE TIME, and I'm starting to believe it. With Jeremy, and the thing inside my head I like to call "the Voice". It is more than a conscience, but an alter-ego. But I dunno.... Am I really psychotic, or just really warped. Maybe I'm not insane, just happy...×_×
