Real or Not Real?

Right now, is why I need to play this game.

The scary things are All About Me.

Not Real. 

She's angry/disgusted/concerned by me.

Not Real.

Everyone knows all my worst secrets.

Not Real.

This game is pointless...

Not Real.

I had apple crumble at lunch.

Real.

I have permission to be myself.

Real.

I need permission to be myself?

Not Real (I think)

I am calmer than when I started this.

Real.

She will be disappointed/sad/annoyed that I want to join in.

Not Real.

I still feel worried.

Real.

Worrying makes me a failure.

Not Real.