Split (Sequel to Mirror, Mirror) [ON HOLD]

I sound like some psycho. Episode. No, that’s just what I’ve come to call them. Sometimes I fall deep into a pit of depression, losing whatever driving force I may have had earlier in the day, or week. Their lengths of time vary greatly, but one thing is for sure: they’re occurring more often. They’re getting harder to ignore. Harder to hide. But what can you do?
My name’s Amara. Not Ah-Mare-Ah, Ah-Mar-Ah. I hate it when people mispronounce my name. I’m 17 years old. I live in California. None of that really matters, though. Like everything else in my life, they feel like unimportant facts I’ve merely had to memorize. They all feel foreign to me, like when someone else has the same name as you. It really isn’t your name, now is it? I’m just getting off track now, though. I tend to do that a lot.
Well, my name’s Amara.
And I’m pretty sure I’m going insane.