You've always been somewhat... delicate, unstable.  It's as if you were born somewhat...broken, fractured.  Throughout your life you have gone to psychologists, therapies, psychiatrists and you have been hospitalized several times, but those things never work.  It's as if you have a filter to see life, one different from everyone else's.

But in everything bad there is something good and in this case that is Ben, your friend.  You met him when you two were kids and he stayed with you until now.  He is the complete opposite of you, he can see your pain and continue to hug you.  He has that gift of seeing you destroyed and continuing to caress you.  You've already tried to push him away because of that, since he doesn't deserve to be around someone like you.  He's very good for someone like you, but he just sticks to you, he doesn't care.  He will always help you and he will be there.

“You have to take them…they will help you, I promise, okay?”  says this ray of sunshine with that soft and loving voice, he is sitting next to you trying to convince you to take your pills, which are made to clean this filter of yours for a few hours.  You feel Ben's hand playing with some strands of your hair.