To Be Real?

Ok so My last Short stories/Poems (that I only write for my fans) reached 50... I started to really get annoyed scrolling down so much so I'm making a new 'book'.. mind you I am not going to write another short story or poem unless I get another fan.. The reason for that is because the only reason I am writing more is to dedicate them to my fans.. this one however is the first.. it is different. I have not dedicated it to anyone.. that is because, just like the first one in the little girl, anyone who comments I will read your story and comment on it. Thank you.

No life. No people. No me. How was this possible? How do I not exist? I am still here though. I hear my thoughts. There is no one. Not even me. Maybe I am dead? But then, I never was alive to begin with. How does that work? I am so confused. I know everything there is to know. I know every single person on earth. I know their ever lifes story. But how I know none. I see none. Yet I know everything about them. I know exacly what they look like. I don't want to know this. I want to be like one of them. I want to be real. I have feelings too. I want a mommy and a daddy. I want a sister and a brother. Though, I know most of the people on earth are thinking the same thing. But at least they have a life. They can live. I resent the people that kill themselves. They have know idea how lucky they are. They have a life. They had a life. They had the chance to change the negative that lead them to it, but they gave up. I wish I had a chance. I want to be a real kid!