I am thiking
Being schizophrenic is so odd. It's neither pleasant nor unpleasant. It's a constant dream that only ends with death. Nightmares are the only things I know are not real because I can't control things the slightest. I like being lost between what's real and what isn't, because I see more, not better but only more. What only bothers me is that it's all I am, a body that only serves to be a sort of bridge between worlds; and people from both worlds only see the wrong versions of me. Only two beings managed to balance and see me : Mello and [...]. That's how I know they love me, that's why I only love them. That's why I don't mind schizophrenia, because I have them. But that's also why I'm empty, because I'm a bridge. I only am because I love. That's why I'm scared of losing them. It's just that I wish I could chose to not be only a bridge sometimes. But I'm already lucky to have this chance.