Talking To My Self

I talk to myself a lot. When I was little, my family had daily fights, and I used to imagine a lot. I used to imagine that I am a robot that has no feelings and nothing matters. I used to imagine that I have friends and I am playing baybald or cycling with them. I used to imagine I am an astronaut or a cook, a guy who fixes different stuff like cars and bikes, a soldier who died on the battlefield, one of the Power Rangers guys (the blue one), or a Marvel cartoon character, especially that Iron Man guy. From my childhood till now, I have been pretty lonely. I stay inside my house all day locked, and at night I stay online. It has gone so bad that I don’t realize that I am just talking to myself. I just talk, anything, just talk. I have said so many extreme and retarded stuff, it’s amazing. If I would have said that in front of a person, they would assume I am crazy or something. It has gone so bad that when I am talking, I put something into something else, like one time I was going…