Parallelly yours

I feel like my insides are neatly divided into 2.
One normal self - mind minded, talking, laughing, doing all the things she's supposed to be doing. The composed one.
Another part - crashing, pulling herself together, bleak or hopeful.

These 2 parts of myself co-exist, and the first one, lets call her Jane, is dominant when I'm in public, at work, with friends.
The second one, lets call her Wendy, is who I am when I'm alone, and with very very few select friends.

I'm pretty sure everyone has this divide. I'm so glad God made it because, if not for that, I might never wake up from my bed some days, or I might never stop jumping for joy sometimes.

Good thing that :)

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