My Celebrity Roommate

I just thought I'd give it a try. I just thought I'd write to you in hopes of... Well, I'm not sure. What is it that I hope for? 

Your words linger long after your image has disappeared from my screen.

Me to you... I want your attention, but really, I want that from everyone I meet. If you listen closely, you can hear my heart calling out to all who will listen. It's selfish, I know, to think of you as someone who would listen. To think of you as a friend.

Oh, how busy you must be, the lack of peace must drive you insane.  

I'll keep typing until I finish my thought,  just long enough to hold your attention.

See, I wonder what it's like to be you. I wonder what it's like to be wanted, yet I fear what it must be like to be hated. Simply being you is harder than simply being me. I can blend in and disappear, but your face is plastered upon the walls of the minds of your fans and your anti-fans. They know the shell... and some wonder about the person within.

I'm almost done. I've hit repeat too many times. Your celebrity drives me mad, your existence is in my head. It's all in my head, the delusion that people would like me... See, that's what I want. Not really from you... No.

From everyone. 

So thank you for the smiles you make into the camera, but I think I'll wish you well and place my hopes elsewhere.