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Who Did the Dishes Part 2

*read part one for explanation and context please and thank you* Dear lord why did I do the dishes why I spent the whole time screaming at myself to leave. It would've been easy so why didn't I? I spent the whole time doing the dishes thinking about writing this- this where I condemn the one who did the dishes because she isn't me right now. She who did the dishes is the spineless husk. I am the mind I am what's typing now while staring directly at the center of the keyboard rather than watching my words get typed. I can't recall when I blinked last. When she blinked last oh she did just then because I called attention to it. She is the fingers pressing and I am the words. She is the fingers pressing and I am the words. I am me. Am I anna? I don't know. Am I her demons? Are these what demons do? Are demons confused by they're own identity? I'm anna. I don't want to hurt anna. What if I'm the demon in my head. What if it's me. What if anna feeling happy and carefree means I disappear? That can't be because IM ANNA. My best friends are *** and *** and I've been in love with the same person for three years without telling them so who did the dishes? It wasn't me. I didn't want to. Who did the dishes? Was it me or am I not anna? Did anna did the dishes or did the mindless body of a husk worried about parental consent to have an extraordinary mind? Am I anna or is she? Who did the goddamn dishes? Am I typing or is she typing what I ask her to. If anyone reads this will I think I'm dissociative? I'm not I'm fine... but who did the dishes? I have no gaps of memory I have no blackouts people don't tell me I behave differently at times... but who did the dishes? And besides I do behave weirdly at times, they just don't see. If a tree falls and no one hears it did it make a sound? If a person goes mad but never shows it are they really mad? Who did the dishes? Why can't I stop typing? Something makes me want to continue. Is it my romanticism of madness? It must be. What if someone reads this. Someone I know. Will they tell me to get help? Should I get help? Only I can answer that. But who did the dishes? Can she answer that? If I announce I need help then people have heard the tree fall. But by getting help the tree is rebuilt into standing position. So did it fall, did the tree fall? Who cares about the sound did it ever even fall? Do most people feel like this? I have too many questions. *part 3 posted separately*

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