i have roughly five personalities.
1. the dreamer; that lives in a parallel world, where up is down and down is wrong, and the sun tells tales about happiness and sorrow, and the sea lions drink tea with the bees.
2. the believer; who never gives up, and always does the right thing for good people, who doesn't hurt nor causes pain, and stretches the shortest lines to reach the other side.
3. the sinner; the epic fail, that crosses each line and breaks every rule for its own selfish facade, and who wears a mask of a liar to spite its own face, and would never once look back.
4. the inner child; that is always screaming, always reaching for the comfort of anothers warmth and closeness, who never wants to be alone, and who still has their innocence intact.
5. the realist; the one who tries too hard but gives up the second things get tough, that keeps their mouth shut and stands back in line, and doesn't dare think twice about thinking a single individual thought not already written in the program.

i need them, as much as despise them, because they deal with the real world for the life trapped inside me. sometimes they fight, and its hard to focus with all their bickering, but i cannot win over them. i have to let them argue and hope that whoever overpowers the others for the time being knows how to adjust quickly the situations around this body. they do all the work, i can't survive on my own, i need them to live for me or i know i will perish from the mere paranoia anxiousness.

i've come to realize that i can't ever let them go.