Me, Myself, and my failing heart

Hello, and welcome to my blog. I'm Sophie, referred to by my split personalities as 'Itself.'

Today I realized that I have no health whatsoever. Not only am I sick (another vocal cord thing), But I've been having bad blackouts, which could be the sign of a neurological disorder to screw them all. I need to see a Doctor, but it's gonna be another week before I can. And then I have so many health complaints it's not even funny. I need to figure out how to keep my eyes open for more than three seconds at a time, figure out what these horrible chest pains that involve the feeling of being ripped open are, and talk about these bad blackouts. If I have time, I can maybe launch into a few rants about how much my life sucks.

The only bad thing about seeing the Doctor is that I'll probably need a shot. Either that, or they'll need to take blood to affirm that nothing is wrong. (I can tell them that if they'll listen.)

Lucia, meanwhile, has shown up a lot. I'm not sure why. She goes to school sometimes and shocks everyone with her loving and sweet attitude. Myself has reared her head a couple of times, but not for very long. She likes to seem anonymous. They haven't posted in their world yet because me and them have kept very busy. I don't see that as a bad thing; in fact, I'm happy that we have things to do. Lucia's social tendencies seem to be improving my life in general, and Myself's deadly attitude keeps the demons at bay.

My Mom found a little notebook I've been keeping that I call my 'Death Note.' i don't intend for anyone to die, of course, but she still thinks I'm psychotic. She's convinced that I'm gonna shoot everyone. I'm not, of course, I just wish my tormentors would go f*ck themselves. That would make my life a helluva lot easier. But of course, I will survive either ways. I have no intentions of dying now or later. Really, I don't honestly intend to die period.

We went to the mall tonight. I bought a 16+ manga, even though I'm technically not old enough. The woman behind the counter let me buy it after a brief once over revealed that I was older than ten. After which I left the store clutching my bag to my chest and hyperventilating. I was scared I wouldn't get to buy Godchild!

But everything has a way of working out. I bought Godchild and am going to start reading it, assuming I haven't already and just blacked out. God I need help. I hope our insurance covers me AGAIN.

So all is okay for me.

It's especially okay since I just got a lovely little makeover and am now pretty. I have a sweet face to match my sweet voice and I just love it to death. I look so cute! I'm not being a narcissist; I'm just very glad this worked out well. Very, Very glad.

I must depart now! See ya and be safe!
sincerely, Sophie AKA Itself.