Aso previously mentioned, I have a crush on a sweet girl in my biology class. Her name is Emily, and I think I like her because she's the only one who has never called me a 'Crazy Kid of Gay Psychos'.  She's smart. And she likes to be alone. Honestly, we're so much alike it's almost creepy.

But Emily is amazing. Just one thing about her.

She's-

Well...

She's not real.

Emily isn't an imaginary friend. She's not a fantasy partner. She's my mind's representation of me coping with my anxiety and sadness and almost clinical depression by giving me a cute girl to look at.

Even if, to others, I'm staring at an empty desk.

But I know that, maybe after I find out how what happened happened, I'll find my Emily. 

Someday...