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There is the host, the physical body of which we see day to day. Then, there is the soul.

The soul isn't physical; can't be seen, can't be touched, but we all know it's there. Most hosts only have one soul to tell them what to do, one to control the body, which, obviously means that a body with a soul is just an empty shell.

My host? It has two: the one who pushes me out of its consciousness and ignores me completely and yours truly. His soul is the controller most of the time while I just sit back and laze about. Not very exciting.

Of course, there are those rare moments when the controlling soul (he goes by Jordan) lets his guard down. That's when I take control. Like when we kissed that girl the other day.

Too confusing? I understand, it's a difficult concept to explain, let alone understand. Lemme put it this way. Imagine a huge room. White walls that aren't really walls as they are an undiscovered part of the mind, a bed in the corner, a television hanging on one wall, a bookshelf shoved up against another. Then there's this giant window. Right under the window are a bunch of switches and flashing buttons, sort of like you would see in an airplane or something. There's a spinny chair there, too, high-backed, outrageously comfortable, bright red, can seat only one. That's where the controller sits, messing around with the switches and pushing buttons to make the body do what it's told as long as it's within the body's physical limits. As for the window, that would be the eyes. After all, they're a window to the soul, right? Well, in this case, it'd be souls.

That pretty much describes what it's like from in the host, only it's more...imaginary, I guess you could say. Only with all the crazy switches. It's more of a telepathic type thing. You sit in the chair and the host body will do whatever you want or need to do. Simple though the explanation is overly complex, but that's how this whole Split Personality Disorder thing is.

I don't even know how Split Personalities come to exist. I mean, is it just 'cuz that supposed God just wants to mess with people and see what happens or what? Somehow, two or more souls can share one host which can end up being a pain. It'd be like living in a house with a bunch of crazy people who all want on thing. Only they're souls. There'd be so many fights for control, the weak would never sit in the chair. And, who knows, maybe the fight can turn deadly. A loss of a soul for anybody would be a pain, but for those with Split Personality Disorder, I can imagine it being much worse. You'd lose a huge chunk of yourself, whether you liked the soul or not. It'd just feel...empty. You'd feel incomplete, like you'll never be yourself again. I doubt you'll ever be able to get another one either. Man, wouldn't that suck!

Of course, Jordan wouldn't care if I was here or not, being his "personal sin", and I wouldn't be surprised if he's already thought about putting his hands around my scrawny little soul-body's throat.

Ah well. You can't be liked by everybody now, can you?