This song seems oddly appropriate right now...

See the strange boy talking to his shadow,
He's got a secret to tell.
His imaginary friend knows everything,
Don't let him go out.
He says they won't believe you,
You don't know what you're talking about.

Cause his eyes are always red, can't sleep at night,
Doesn't feel like being positive all the time.
Doesn't sit still, doesn't look well,
Give him something, make it chemical chemical.

You'll feel better when you cannot feel.

See the strange girl talking to her shadow,
She's got a secret to tell.
Her imaginary friend knows everything,
Don't let her go out.
She says they won't believe you,
You don't know what you're talking about.

Doesn't sit still, doesn't look well,
Give him something, make it chemical chemical.

You'll get use to cranial niches,
Smoothes out neuro-tramsmitted glitches.
You'll feel better when you cannot feel.

We'll have such a fabulous time,
Almost imitate a normal life.
You'll feel better when you cannot feel.

You'll feel better when you cannot feel...

-Pretty Girls Make Graves, "Chemical, Chemical"

It's actually worse than I thought... Which is absolutely horrible. At the same time, none of it really feels real yet. I've been given information, but I haven't seen or experienced the situation... So it hasn't really sunk it yet. I don't really want it to sink in. I want it to not be real.