Narcissism

Let me elaborate on that. I'm not really in love with myself, I'm in love of an idea of me. A better me, let's say, an immaginary me. He's just like me in every way, only he's good looking, confident and people love him. The "real" me, is but a sad shadow, the fake me in a bad day. I will always have that voice in my head, the "best" version of myself, helping, sometimes innocently mocking me. I need to place this awesome version of myself at the helm of my life. I see the path, let's walk together. You know, without the schizophrenia.