May(a) Cell - F

It's hard to actually imagine myself as myself. I have to try to be myself. I shouldn't have to try to be myself, this should just be natural! Shouldn't it? It's so rare that I am myself. I should just be myself, but instead, I try to be you. And in a sense I'm happy that I try to be you because, well, I really admire you. I take artifacts of your presence, and throw it underneath the husk that people recognize as being "Graham." I obsess over those artifacts. I was looking at them today. I hope I'll see more of you. Would I miss you even more if I didn't pretend to be you?