Once upon a Time

[Mишка (Miska)]

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved to think. She thought and thought and dreamed a world where she would only Be. Be she did be she would till her head sit and ache...
Well, here I am I've never belonged to any social group in particular given they all throw me out. My most loved thing to do is pace and dream. I dream up worlds full of people every single one having a different personality. Each living different lives. Every one of their thoughts runs through my mind like nothing. I see their memories, I know their minds, each one is different but they are mine. What they do, their pasts, their futures. I see them, I know them but they are not me. I am just me and they are they. They live I live ; I die they die ; they die I am unnerved. Happiness sadness loneliness anger infatuation avoidance persistence playfulness all these and more I know, I feel, I see, create. Am I god? No. Not in this world. In my own perhaps but not known at all. My story started with a cartoon and grew as did I. It may never end so long as I live. My life beyond this is tricky and different from my peers. I am a bit smarter than others, I enjoy odd things in comparison to others... My life, is different....

[Sammy]

Yes, you are not alone. I have the same problem as you, except in my mind it's cartoon characters from actual shows instead of people.