It’s been such a while that I can’t remember all the details. But I’m going to say what I know.
Well, what I think I know.
If anything I’ve learned from the other people suffering with this, twigsexperience‘s call for a sharing of experience is important. Maybe even vital. This is too big for just one or two people to group together over. We’re all way in over our heads here and we all know it. We need to be together in this. While we still can be.
You know, in case this thing kills us. Like it already may have done to someone all know and maybe blame. None of this was so escalated until we contributed to whatistwigs. But at least we know we aren’t al alone in this.
Now, on to what I wanted to say. I’ll keep this quick.
I’m starting to wonder if my childhood friend was ever real. If I just made him up, or if Sticks was just using it as a way to communicate. Why would it do this? Make a friend for me? Who knows. But then who really knows anything any more? I sure don’t.
See I’ve decided to write this up now because of something that happened on the first day of the art class I’ve joined. My friend, the dead friend I missed so much but now just seems like another piece of a puzzle. He was there. He was there and we had such a normal day that nothing felt unusual or out of place. Only a couple of days later did it register that this event was so, so wrong.
I feel ill. With everything that’s happened? I think more than what I thought has been illusory.
Are any of you guys real, either?
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