another one lost

No amount of words formed together can even begin explain my perspectives on things, least of which when it comes to my imaginary friend “Alex“. You see, “Alex” can’t be a real person. “Alex” is like a unicorn or something. I like to think “Alex” is real and act like I can see “Alex” standing next to me in the room chatting or just exchange glances with “Alex“. Inserting “Alex” into reality is how I apparently cope with social situations. Or so I have come to think …  And that’s how another one lost.

I’ve coined a new term for describing “Alex”, she’s a Lepricorn