I am having the strange fantasy right now that Ali; my girlfrind, doesn't exist.
Its like she is a figment of my imagination, someone I made up. It feels kind of like the twist in the film Fight Club.
Perhaps I have a split personality and Ali is one half of my identity and Laz the other half. Maybe everyone around me doesn't see Ali but actually just sees me in some kind of transvestite get-up pretending to be a girl called Ali.
Perhaps they are all used to this split personality thing and just accept it. I have maybe forgotten all about it and truely see two people. It Certainly seems that Ali and i are exact opposites, its like hand in glove with her and I, we seem to plug eachothers holes so neatly it's silly.