I blinked. And my own vision of myself was gone. I blinked again, and another older version of myself was gone.

"Why're you even here anymore? You're just going to hear me vent about bullcrap."

     I could tell. This one is me. Not past. Not future. Me. And I hated it.

"Then vent."

     She sighed.

"Well, first off, my old boyfriend cheated on me twice with my friend, and then I realized I had a crush on my best friend the WHOLE TIME! So then, we eventually started texting, but the most miserable thing is that my best friend fell in love with him! Which- NO OFFENSE TO HER BECAUSE I LOVE HER TO DEATH- HURT LIKE HELL! I HAD TO ACT LIKE I SUPPORTED HER IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM! AND EVENTUALLY, HE EVEN FINDS OUT I LOVE HIM, BUT HE WON'T TELL ME HOW HE FEELS! I'M TRAPPED! STUCK! BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE TIME I THOUGHT I MIGHT HAVE A TINY CHANCE AT GETTING OVER HIM BECAUSE HE NEVER EVEN TEXTS ME ANYMORE- HE COMES BACK AND REMINDS ME OF EVERY LITTLE THING I LOVE ABOUT HIM! AND NOW, BASICALLY EVERYDAY I REMIND MYSELF HOW MUCH I SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE AT ALL AND I DON'T WANT TO VENT TO MY FRIENDS ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY ALL SEEM SO HAPPY AND I DON'T WANT TO RISK RUINING THEIR LIVES BY TELLING THEM EXACTLY HOW I FEEL! I-I-I- I just can't!"

     I nodded. Myself, me, she was gasping for air after she had screamed her heart out, and at this point, she was crying. All of the memory of that was so vivid in my mind I felt my eyes watering myself.

"Keep it up, me. Keep it up. Don't die on me. You're not done living yet, okay?"

She said, and faded.

...There is no comparison from myself to myself. All I can say is that who I used to be is lost... And I want it back...