There are too many of me. Too many... Others. 

Hello journal, it's me Thomas again. Prince decided to show up again today, as far as I know he went on a walk and had a disney marathon. I don't really know. 

That's what mom told me he did. But I've caught her lying before. Lying about what they do when she doesn't want me upset, because when I get upset... Things don't always end up well.

I think it's on me that she has bruises some days. On one of us.

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"Hey Thomas! Wait up!" A voice yells out from behind me, and I turn around, seeing Ben. Ben is one out of my two friends, but only Jon knows who I am. Who we are. I met Ben just a few months ago, at the grocery store, so I'm not sure I trust him with it yet- even though he is a quite credible guy. Who will fight for the last frozen pizza.

I pause my stroll down the street, allowing him to catch up to me. He smiles at me and I return it, resuming my walking with him beside me. 

"So how are you?" He asks. I shrug.

"I'm good, I guess. How are you?" He goes on a rant about something that happened to him the other day, something about a guy dissing his flawed cut crease, and I allow myself to semi space out.

"He was like 'do you even know how to hold a makeup brush' and I was half like 'hey, fuck you' and half like 'I really don't', you know?" I hum. "So what are you doing this weekend? There's a party nearby and-"

"Uhm, I'm good. You know I don't like parties." I mumble. He smiles pitifully and resumes his ranting, though on a new topic. I stare up at the sky.

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They're not completely unlike me, from what I've heard. I never actually met them, but Jon and my mom have described them to me. 

There's Anxiety, who's... Well, anxious. He never let us know his name, so Anxiety's just what we call him. He shows up when... Well, whenever it's inconvenient, I'd say.

Then there's Prince, who named himself Thomas after me (we call him Prince to avoid confusion). He's fancible, noble, motivated and all of that. He isn't my least favorite. 

There's Dad, who makes dad jokes and cooks. My actual dad seems to enjoy him, more than he enjoys me.

There's Teacher, who likes to be a know-it-all, according to Jon. He's good for homework though, he does both mine and Jon's if he feels like it. 

There's Jay, who likes partying, alcohol and all of the things that I tend to generally avoid.

And... The Protector, Liam. Liam was created to be violent, defensive, protective. He shows up when I'm in physical danger, and sometimes when Anxiety goes too far. 

Apparently they like disney. Apparently Anxiety is sarcastic, Prince heroic, Dad silly, Teacher condescending and Liam good at karate. But I don't know them. My mom does, my doctor does, Jon knows some of them. 

But I do not know them. 

And I don't want to.

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I came up with this idea in math class and now I'm doing it. So. 

This is the first chapter of MPD, everybody! Multiple Personality Disorder is the old name for Disassociative Identity Disorder but I wasn't sure that a lot of people knew that. 

These chapters will be up to 2000 words long sometimes, (this one is about 500). Once things start happening there will be longer chapters. 

If you aren't a reader of Noble Angst then you can read that as well, as I update that one more frequently than I will this one.