Reality Check


I think it's about time I've named my two persona's. Actually, there may very well be a third or fourth. But for now, let's just name one for fluency's sakes.

Angel's the bubbly one. Because, she's always been the bubbly one. The optimistic nutter that constantly bounce from place to place, rampant on her latest quirk. With the occasional flare of temper, to be expected of one that usually bottles her anger.

She's the one with fault tendencies. You see, she loves to be loved. She expects to be loved. She likes the idea of a chameleon, and she definitely sees herself as one. Shall we list her listless themes?

inquiring, but faithful for her religious crowd.

talkative and fun for her upbeat hoes.

careless and criticizing, for the muggers and bitches.

Many inbetweens as well. Let's leave that at that.

We shall call the new revelation, Ace. Simply because the name fits.

Ace is calculating. She wishes to be indifferent. In fact, she is, for she left all emotional baggage for Angel to deal. She carefully analyzes each 'friendship' her counterpart has. And frankly decides, that really none are worth salvaging. For Ace and Angel are still very well tied. One would feel what the other feels, and Ace is tired of the grief Angel inflicts. So Ace is taking over.

She's tired of the starry-eyed, naive traits of her other half. Ace is completely 'slytherin'(harry potter fanatic), and finds all that hopeful crud weak. She understands the world better than Angel. That people change, and will screw you over. That reality is, to expect any different, is utterly foolish. Ace is confused as to why her other half continues to turn a blind eye toward this. Which is why she figures, is time to take the wheel.

Ace will still condone some of Angel's behavior. She realizes the effects of human nature, and the need for participating in society. Though it is only for her own mental health that she accepts this. Ace still trusts and loves the Lord, which doesn't make her completely hopeless; and it is also for Him that she puts up with Angel.

Identity crisis much?

I don't know whether I'm Angel or Ace. Or why I'm still continuing to refer to myself(see?) as I. Suppose it doesn't matter.

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