The Biggest Fake of Them All

I’ve known my best friend for 6 years. We’ve been really close since we first met. We’ve always said “we’re not like everyone else…” and made some weird story to go with it. For me it was because of my overactive imagination and a chance to jump into the fantasy world I’ve always dreamed of. For her it was just a chance to escape the harsh reality she lives in. Six years later, we’d still been doing it. Everyone we met we pretended to be keeping some big secret from. Others eventually joined in. Someone else we’re really close to, who takes it to the extreme. My ex-boyfriend, who also takes it way too far. We’ve both even gone so far as to make fake myspace profiles for all these people we invented to go along with our story. Everyone we know believes that they actually exist. We’ve finally admitted to each other that we were both lying about who we were in the other myspace profiles. I always knew it was her, she always knew it was me. We just wanted to pretend and live in a world that doesn’t exist. Now that we want out of this world, we have to come up with the best lie of all. All the things we’ve made, all the stories, all the people. They have to either “die” or dissapear. We’re making up parts to the story right now. There were all these different races of creatures and people. Now they are all dying out. I think I’m ready to face reality. Part of my heart will always live in my own fantasy world, but thats just who I am. One of the biggest sides to my personality. You’d be surprised how many people actually live in the same world the same way we did. We know of at least 10 or more people who went along with our stories. I think more of them truly believed them. All of these people just want an escape from the world they live in. Now we have to take the biggest part of their fantasies away. Is that wrong? I’m sure even without us, they’ll go on pretending.