She wasn't suicidal when "I" posted that, but she got that way, then after two days, she became overjoyous for no reason. Didn't last long though.
I tried drawing "I" but I had trouble doing the metal fist. Result, I have a hooded thing in my notebook with an arm. I did the fist, but at first look, it looks a bit like a mosaic.
I woke up tonight at 2 a.m. Dehydrated, as always. After getting a drink, I went back to bed. Minutes after, my mind was assaulted by a thought. "What if I didn't have [got rid of] my alters. Instantly traumatized. "Me"'s happy streak ended there, and she hit minor depression, with sadness. "I" didn't react, figured he wasn't awake at the moment, but I wanted to murder the guy next to me while I wrote this [I told him] so either I want to kill someone or that's his way of showing displeasure.
I've started getting the hang of using "We" and "Our" in regular conversation. It just passes off as megalomania or narcissism.
"Me" has a "new" reason to be depressed! She now hates humanity...