Sketch.

(Darkness, except for a little bit of lighting reveals the faint outlines of two figures, face to face, with one of them with it's back to the audience.)

You know what? Nothing feels real anymore.

Oh stop being emo.

Can't help it.

Shut up, you KNOW you're perfectly capable.

I'm not.

Oh get real.

Nothing's real.

You know very well that it's not true!

What?

You heard me.

No, I mean, what's not true?

The fact that nothing's real. Stop being an idiot.

Am not.

Are too.

(silence)

Whatever.

You only say that because you don't understand the point.

Which is?

You know very well what I mean.

Fine. This whole school crap is killing me.

No, you're just not trying hard enough.

But I AM!

Don't give me that crap.

Shit you.

You know swearing will get you nowhere.

The world's too happy.

And you have a problem with that? You aren't even being relevant. Stop changing the topic.

There IS no topic.

Don't give me that.

I'm not giving you anything. Never have, never will.

Oh and I suppose you're satisfied with that, then. Happy with being perfectly mediocre.

...I never said that.

Then? What are you doing? Sitting around, doing nothing, feeling sorry for yourself?

Am not.

Say what you want. It's your call.

You don't understand, do you? Everything comes so easily to you. Easier said than done, you hear? Do you even know what it is that I've stupidly put myself through? Putting others before self? Never being able to say no? Trying not to compromise on anything and ending up failing in everything? I try too damn hard, that's what, and I've got nothing. Nobody really gets it, I don't know how to make people see it, and I am tired.

Sleep, then.

(mocks) SLEEP THEN. So when someone says they're tired it always means in the physical sense, doesn't it. Life's so black and white for you. You don't GET IT.

I think...I do.

Tch. Yeah right.

No, I think...I really do. I've...been there.

What makes you think I'll believe that?

You can believe what you want. Do what you want. I no longer have a part in this.

Oh really? And how is that possible, now? You can't very well tear yourself in two.

(sighs) You're right. I can't. But you know what I mean. You can't go on like this. You can't. You have to snap out of it. Now, before it's too late. Stop dreaming and come back to earth.

(Lights brighten to reveal not two figures, but a lone seated figure, facing a large mirror.)