Me, Myself, And it.

A Story by Unthinkable

She was a lonely girl. So She made someone up. It changed her. It killed her.

I have lost hope. I felt so useless, so mean, I felt like nothing. I had nothing, never did have anything, and is nothing. Why am i still alive...I should kill myself. Wait, no. That's stupid. I've came to a point in life where I got tired of crying myself to sleep, tired of sitting alone, tired of being alone. I had a great mind and imagination. No one ever recognized me for it...So i made someone. Someone who would listen, someone just like me. With the power of my imagination, i created "It".