Hey
Weeman
, still need someone to talk to?
If you need me, I got your back.
Ok then.
When i was a child, i had no friends, so i decided to make an imaginary friend.
He was called Kenith, and he was a gatherer.
We had wonderful times together, but then, one day, i was mad at some guys in school who called me inmature, so i went home and did my math homework, pissed.
Then i realized, Kenith was no more, he was gone.
Still to this day i cannot forgive myself for letting Kenith be forgotten, and i cry myself to sleep.
Even worse, there's this user who lurks around these boards with the name of my friend, and i get so scared when i see him, like a ghost following me.