This is a short little story...about the mind, and how it acts. Kinda weird...short...It came to me suddenly. Depressing....angry...

I once had a friend. She was always there when I needed her. She always seemed to appear out of the thin air. Always with a kind and smiling face. I once had a best friend, but she didn't exist. A figment of my imagination, maybe. My lonely mind? No. She came to me one day, she said, hearts always lie, but the indecisive mind does not exist. For the mind is a terrible thing to waste, but only if you ignore it. For it will plot against you. And before you know it, you will be enveloped in the deep, never-ending darkness. And you will die. With no sympathy, and no compassion. You will be eli…