My Own Little World

I don’t know. I guess it’s just comforting being with you. Smoking with you. Drinking with you. Just me and you, no one else. It’s so much simpler, just the two of us. I never have to talk; I’m practically living in my head. But I guess some would say I’m living in my bed, huh. Which is ironic, considering I can never sleep, well at least not at night. During the day it’s no problem; I mean what else is there to do? But at night with you, me, and my computer, the possibilities are endless, yeah? I can watch any video in the world and suddenly it can live in my head with me, with us. Characters from movies and T.V. shows are my best friends; there’s never a dull moment. But once in a while the trance ends and I blink back to reality, which is where you come in I guess. But like I said, you’re not all that bad. Despite what the commercials and T.V. shows will make people think, it’s kind of nice having you with me. It’s kind of like having a cozy, soft blanket when the room is warm. Yea it’s hot, sort of uncomfortable, but I don’t want to take it off.

True, sometimes people are concerned, but you just tell them you’re fine and they believe it. Part of me doesn’t want them to, but I guess it’s easier for them to think I’m okay. Honestly it’s easier for me too. So I just won’t say anything. Why not let them believe things are good; why not let things be easy? I sort of like you anyways. Though once in a while you scare me. Don’t get me wrong you haven’t done anything, at least nothing big. But sometimes what I’ve seen from those stories and commercials get to me a bit, and I wonder if what happened to those kids will happen to me. You know, how you turn a little physical and leave a mark, almost as if you’ve claimed them. Sometimes...just once in a while...I wonder if that’d be easy too, being claimed by you. But then everyone would know we’re together, and isn’t that hard? This right here, what we currently have, it may not be satisfying, but I can handle it. I’m not sure if I could handle anything else. So let’s just stick together, you, me, and my friends in the computer. We’ll stay isolated from everybody else by the walls you create, that no one seems to notice. It’ll be our little secret and our little world within those walls. And the best part is, or I guess the easiest part, is that no one even knows I’m gone.