When it happens, people think I'm daydreaming, which is good.

It's good because they don't know what I'm thinking.

I want my friends to exist, so I don't really think this much about them, but the other. Why? They make no difference to me. Are they actually alive? - I think therefore I am. But are they?

But the next part, I even think this for my friends. I could hurt them. I could physically get a knife and stab someone without them realising in time. The only thing in that mood which stops me is the fact I don't really want to.

Is that normal?