Feeling a lot better lately, and maybe even happy to be frontstuck. An alter, one of the littles fronted for a short while a few days ago. It saddens me I don't really know my system, who they are except for a few things they tell me. I don't even know what they are, or what to think about them. Sometimes I treat them like they're real people. Sometimes I don't. I lash out, pushing them away, saying they're aren't real and to stop talking to me. I think most of them are mad at me and just exhausted from this rollercoaster ride. They call me a persecutor.