There’s nothing wrong with living in my own world. Things are easy there. Things make sense. My shadow mind and my real mind are just one mind , here, not two different minds. I can breathe in my own world because no one is looking at me. No one is thinking about me, except of course for me. There is only one voice in my own world, it doesn’t shake like my real voice. No, in my own world this voice knows what it wants, it knows what to say, it knows who it is. In my world I know who I am, or at least who I want to be. I don’t have to try so hard to hold myself together because I’m not in pieces. I don’t have to worry about being safe because it isn’t a question there, it’s a fact.