I want to be her

Yesterday I was drawing, like I generally do when I started to draw a girl. She had my hair and my eyes, but the rest of her body was perfect (save for the hole in her chest.. but that's another story). All I could think, all night and this morning was how badly I wanted to be her. She was beautiful and powerful. The more I dwell on it, the more sick to my stomach I seem to get. I'm sure it can't be healthy, but still. I so badly want to be her.