What? That figments of my imagination retain their individual identities and pine for belonging and self actuation in a world devoid of meaning? Not that peculiar at all actually.
I'll tell you a little secret my imagined friend, love isn't the answer, loving yourself is. Loving yourself is prerequisite to others loving you. And remember, you should move confidently in whatever direction your dreams take you, even if they're about being chased down a dark hallway by a bloody-fanged eggplant like mine are.
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Not that peculiar at all actually.
I'll tell you a little secret my imagined friend, love isn't the answer, loving yourself is. Loving yourself is prerequisite to others loving you. And remember, you should move confidently in whatever direction your dreams take you, even if they're about being chased down a dark hallway by a bloody-fanged eggplant like mine are.
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Have I ever mentioned that I adore you? If not, that was a great omittance on my behalf. I apologize.
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