people who are really obsessed are rare and are usually unaware, unvocal of it. most are just obsessed with the image of being obsessed. the saddest part is, they go through their whole lives believing they are the first kind. the second saddest part is, those who see through them and love them despite them, will never have the heart to tell them what they are or what they have become. because, and that's the third saddest part, because that image is all they have. let them hold on to it. all we can do is spread out our arms below them, to hold them when eventually they do see the mirror. by courage or accident, whichever hits first.