I surround myself with those who are not real either. Or if they are, if they sweat and bleed and hate, I do not concern myself with these things. I only see the idea I place on them. They are for me, only what I want them to be.
And for you, I have an idea that you are someone who needs these words. Someone who longs for an understanding of their exact relationship to others.
Bury them in a jar with a tight lid.
They may one day be of use.
New York Museum of Modern Art:
(cut and paste links)