So ten years or may be more from now, when you were young. Perhaps you had beautiful hair which you style every morning just to let the world know that indeed you are the most “handsome” ?. Your body filled with adrenaline so you can pick a fight with a beast. MTV and love songs was your reality, No 4g but a daring mouth. You thought that One is everything, so you played “Mission Impossible”.
You were teased, laughed and looked down. So you started pretending, how could you even possibly walk, talk and act like someone you cherished over the air? Since you have no partner to play an act you started playing on your own? You being the good guy of you act, and the bad guy too. It seems Dr. Strange and Sherlock Holmes guided you. So your thoughts build an imaginary you.
Few years past and you realized the bottle of happiness is empty. You felt guilt and now take pills. Your brain circuit had gone so strong that only prayers seems to work. You just wasted everything and waiting to waste everything.