That I have x-ray vision.

That they are all imaginary, and I haven’t got the heart to tell them.

After seven years of friendship I’m still not sure if they like me.

Half the time I’m talking to them I’m just thinking about how much better than them I am.

That I know they cheat on their wives and girlfriends.

I had sex with my best friend’s mum and sister in a threesome.

For all I pretend to be casual about it, I like money far too much. Almost to a fetish level. Sex on a pile of bank notes? I’m so there.

I secretly think all of my friends are losers who will never amount to anything.

I lie so I can stay home instead of go out with them.

That I’ve had sexual fantasies about almost all of them.

That I haven’t had a real feeling for years. I just pretend to act as people should. When I cry it’s just an act. I am just cold to the world.

Though I’ve been very successful, I still feel inferior to everyone around me.