Imaginary friends

So it seems that I am finally sick of talking to non existing things in my head. When I walk up the stairs of this building, into the apartment, my head is usually racing with thoughts and I seem to be talking to someone, but to no one. I am not new to the blogging experience, and have been an observer for a long while. I don't seem to understand, why is it so comforting indulging in some one else's life? why is it so comforting to communicate?
Maybe it is to convince our selves that we are not crazy, and those voices in our head could be human. So are my imaginary friends in my head going to be transformed into imaginary friends over the internet. HA! seems ridiculous. We shall see. For no I will stick to those in my head, because they are the safest.