My Stupid Obsession

I have an alter ego. An alias. I refuse to tell anyone what it is because I think I may need it one day. Why? Because I actually believe in superpowers. 
Yeah. I know. It's stupid.
Impossible. 
But I do. And I'm so scared of the day I finally realize I'm  growing up, because when that happens, maybe I'll finally understand that they don't freaking exist.
And when that day comes, I'll fall into a deep depression. Deeper than any depression I have ever been in.
How could I have been so stupid? I actually let myself believe this sh/t. Why? Godd/mmit why?
I hate this. 
But I don't have a choice. 

This started with that stupid TV Show. She showed up and ruined my entire life.
No.
She saved me. She gave me hope. She is the only reason I'm alive today. And for what? To lead me to my depressing demise. 
But she took my life away. She took me away. Or did she help me discover who I was?

I have to keep watching the show to find all the answers, right? Because what else can give me any closure?

January 16, 2006. Cancelled


What do you guys think? Should I go on with the story? I was thinking of making it a sort of mystery thing, but I don't know. At least 5-10 likes and I'll do it. :3