I am an outsider estranged from society and myself. I cannot experience either others or myself as “real”. So I invent a false sense of self and with it I confront both the outside world and my own despair. The disintegration of my real self seems to keep pace with the apparent growing unreality of my false self until sometimes, in the extremes of any possible Schizophrenic breakdown, my whole personality could disintegrate at any given time. With as much insight as possible I keep my head about me, the best I can and I will succeed. A new day will soon dawn.