He was mine.
I don't have a lot of friends so I relay on my imagination to keep me happy and safe. But One thought escaped now he's real my own imaginary friend Luffy (Lu-Lu San) and he's making school a whole lot more fun. Come and read .
Dedicated to my to imaginary friend.
He was mine. He did not come from a parallel universe or a black hole. But from my over active imagination. He is mine and no one else's he comforts me when I am down.
He helps me when I'm alone.
This is my world. Welcome to my hell. Over dramatic. Sorry what a normal teenage girl would consider hell.
I am not normal. I was not born normal.
But I am not handicapped. I have a fully capable brain and body. Just not when it comes to running or math. I have asthma. Now I know thousands of people have asthma. You the reader might have it. But I have it for two reasons. One: It's hereditary and Two: One of my Lungs is small and the other one is too big.
I have two loving parents who've been together for almost twenty years, bless them. I have a younger brother and an older sister. So I'm in the middle. We're pretty normal as a family separate were just odd, different and messed up.
We lean on each other as much as we hate to believe. But I lean more one my imagination to cover up the things that are wrong. Now as bad as that sounds it makes me feel better and it helps me through some tough times.
I pretend to have friends with imaginary people. And I pretend to be a beautiful long haired, long legged big boobed goddess who can anybody I want and I'm super flexible and funny, out going , brave, bold courageous. And that's how I appear to the people in my mind.
But the truth is that I'm short. I have no boobs I have short mousy brown hair, I'm super shy, I talk to my self, and I'm nothing like what I think I am.
But people in my world are blind to what I actually look like.
