<p>I’m the imaginary friend. nottoocrazy wouldn’t let me die and insisted I go see a therapist. So I have an appointment with her on Tuesday.</p>
<p>I figure it doesn’t really matter what I do in life anyway so I might as well go to therapy. Make her happy. Maybe if I’m nice enough to her she’ll finally have mercy on me and let me die.</p>
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<p>P.S. I’ve tried this. He turned out real and negative.</p>
<p>^haha real and negative.</p>
<p>does your friend complete you? has she integrated herself into your life? is your love for her open and unbounded? little wonder her death would leave a residue upon your heart. maybe if you had her join a group she could find her identity and live harmonically.</p>
<p>but you must also differentiate between real and imaginary, or else your life will become much more complex, and you might even become irrational. QED</p>
<p>take some pills, acid , or LSD, and you’ll have a whole crew of imaginary friends</p>