*Falls off bed*
Ouch
Baby
But it hurt!
Come on your seriously that weak?
*stands up*
No
A minute you couldn't even get up, god go to hell.
I can't go-to hell, it would be to happy for you there.
Bitch come on.
Get the fuck out of my brain!
Come on baby, you can't get rid of me, I AM you.
I'm nothing like you.
We're the same I'm only stronger, you can't get rid of me.

Moral of the story,= I have multiple personalities
Other Moral= Me knee hurts