Meet my... friend..
Me: Um, hey, come here?
My shadow: What the fuck do you want?
Me: I wanted to show you a place I escape to!
My shadow: Don't tell me you have friends here..
Me: I do..
My shadow: You know what friendship does, it makes us weak and they then hurt us.
Me: What about you..?
My shadow: I'm imaginary, and we both know that we use friend for myself as a metaphor, dumbass.
Me: O- okay..
My shadow: I'm leaving this bullshit.