***Trigger warning***
I'm getting tired of denial. We keep on trying to tell her that's she's not going crazy, and that she does have DID. At the end of the day it usaully works, but there's always that worm of doubt that keeps on coming back, and then it starts all over again. It's like going around in a d@mn circle and we're getting tired of it... And Hex is getting really out of hand. We don't want to lock her up since we're afraid she'll be really mad if she ever breaks out. It's like, every day there's something else that comes up- "maybe I'm going crazy" or a new alter that we push away because we've already got enough on our hands and we don't need another one, and we don't even know why we're here, and, can someone please help? I feel like cutting myself again, and the only reason I'm not is because I promised the host I wouldn't hurt the body again... It's the only reason why I haven't gotten up and gotten the scisssors of the table and cut again, and again, again, until all our problems go away in a tidal wave of pain. I don't even know why I was sad in the first place... (I hope she doesn't remember any of this...)
Ivory