we've been working through a lot of difficult emotions. or maybe just I've been. I'm not sure of the difference any more.
I'm trying to describe how i feel, like my mind has been bound together by fear of my family for so long, and now that i don't live with them. our mind is falling apart into pieces that were fragmented this whole time.
I'm also some kind of creatures. im pretty sure we know at least one fragment is a puppy. but there may be more.
I've caught myself, ourself, talking amongst ourselves more often. especially when I start saying negative things about myself, a part of us will pipe up and tell me that no, the world would actually be a much worse place without you, and that your girlfriends really are happier with you around. It feels like I'm the one saying those things, but also that I'm not the one. I'm not sure if that's plurality or just self-doubting my self-doubt.