Or so they say.

I'm 20 years old and I have created a different life for myself. It's all in my head, of course, but my day revolves around pretending to be someone else. She's the same age as me, but she has a completely different life. Her name is Phoebe. I have the whole thing planned out.

It's so hard when I have to deal with the real things (being myself). It's no fun! And it interferes with my "real life" too.

I also have a voice that comes to me and she talks to me when something goes wrong, and especially when I'm Phoebe. Last night she showed herself. She's funny and we get along well, but I'm so confused and worried.