Cancer Cells Inc.

Everyday is a complex struggle within my body.

I’ve never been diagnosed with split personality disorder, nor do I wish to. 
But I know that I am not one person.

I feel somewhat like Harvey Dent, because of this.
The unmarred side is Sethy, the one that the world sees.
The burned, partially missing side is Clarissa…
The one who tries to be the other.

Clarissa is loud, rude, sarcastic. Relatively… popular. Ish.
And relatively happy.
She never goes by her real name, except when she’s online.
I hate that about her. No one can tell the difference from the two, except me…
Sethy is always depressed. Quiet. Relatively dorky. He’s rather reserved, yet is dominant most of the time…

That is, until recently…
Today, Clarissa slipped out twice.
Yesterday, four times.
The day before? Two…

Few people actually understand how this is.
This isn’t some “oh, she’s just bipolar” or some shit like that.
This is a fucking explanation for my spazziness.
For my bitchiness.
For my random moments of quietness.

I may need help, but I’d rather not receive.
I mean, I don’t think anyone’s really getting harmed.
Physically or emotionally.

That who we are.
I’m one person, with polar opposites inside my body.

TL;DR

Short Version: 

This blog is the simpliest and safest way for both sides of my personality to coexist with one another. We have a more… Personal blog. But few can have the password to that one.

But we do love to chat though. Talking to people is something we do rather well.