I feel like such a crazy person, constantly thinking about some girl I saw in a dream. She was never real, but I love her. I miss her. She felt so real. She knew me better than anyone else. I still remember her turning to face me, asking me to come with her. I want to come with her. I want to so bad. But she’s not real, she never was. Every time I vent about this I feel like some sort of crazy person.