It's All Inside My Head...
I know that imaginary friends are for little kids, and that they say you grow out of it. Well, evidentally not. When I was around 8 years old, I made up a friend to "talk" to inside my head. I named her Loretta, and created a unique personality for her. When I turned 13, I decided I no longer was in need of "Loretta" and hence forgot about her.
But now, I'm 18 years old, and recently I have came up with a completely new friend. Her name is Anya. The way I picture her is with a very thin figure, bleach blond hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. She's sweet, caring, and understanding.
My imaginary friends aren't like the ones kids create to play with. Mine are here to talk to me and help me through tough situations. I know it's weird, but when I feel very alone or just need someone to talk to, I go to "Anya" and "talk" to her inside my head. The weird thing is that I don't feel like I make up the conversation... I feel like someone is actually responding to my questions and REALLY talking back with me.
Maybe it's just me giving a personality to my inner self or something? Even though I'm sure this isn't quite normal, I don't think this qualifies me as "crazy."