IS THIS REAL?!?!?

So . . . we need to talk.

I’ve been re-reading all of Bennett’s works for the third time, and . . . I’m starting to think I might be one of the characters in his stories. I mean . . . his books are so real that sometimes I wonder, you know. Sure, it sounds crazy, I know, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s watching me, writing me. Maybe that’s why I feel this... obsession. I’ve never met him, but it’s like I know him better than anyone I’ve ever known. Better than my family. Better than my friends. Sometimes I think we’re meant for each other—destined to be connected somehow, even if no one else can see it. I’ve even started seeing pieces of myself in his characters. I can’t help it.