A little insight to my problem, my name translates to "The Many Faces"
Speakung of many faces, one of them drives me crazy. She's a 5 or 6 year old girl with long wavy blond hair and hazel blue eyes. The thing is, she's bipolar. So whenever she's out, everything for me goes crazy. I came back slightly sick because we were driving and she gets car sick easily; and when I went to text my friend, I see a draft that she couldn't send vecausr luckily there was no connection. She was about to sspamobe of my best friends who also has D.I.D all this crazy shit like "helpmehelpmehelpmehelpmehelp NOT" abd a bunch of other tuff that make you wonder why I'm not in a mental institute yet because of her. What's worse, is that I know she was me - my past me. I usef to act like that when I was in elementary school anf the only thing I can assume is that the bullying from my classmates and the torture from my own mind was enough for that "me" to split off. I'm in all honesty completely fine eith everyone else. In fact we're all obe fucked up family in my head. Even the fucked up two who want to murder everything in sight. I just really do get tired sometimes. If you even bothered to read that, good for you I gguess. Here's a cookie
I have curiosity and respect for people who have D.I.D. or something akin of it. Having no idea what it's like, I can only imagine how it might meddle with your daily life and make things harder; in any case, I think it does help to share it and as long as people you know know about you then it shouldn't be too bad, right? A healthy life is relative of course so being that way doesn't always have to be worse off. You probably know that already, but I dunno, just my two cents.
Anyways, thanks for the cookie; good luck controlling the young 'un :>
