Torn Apart

You are insane; no, seriously. You have a split personality disorder, you and one other live inside one mind and body. You can't stand each other, though: constant bickering, random seizure of control from each other, and behavior that makes it apparent to others that there is something wrong with you. Yep, a permanent roommate that is there, even at night when you try to sleep. You make each other miserable, whether intentional or not. Then, one night, you had enough, both of you. It had been the fourth night in the row you didn't sleep, and it made you both snap. It brought in the fifth noise complaint this month. At the end of it all, the last thing that happened was one final yell out in your mind from both of you. One time, one thing to agree on, "I wish I was never attached to you!" Hey, this is a scenario that a friend and I had an idea for. I had an idea to turn this concept into a webcomic or something, but I thought to try this first. It's a dumb little idea that's sort of a light meta-commentary on loving yourself. Of course, feel free to just continue hating the other one, no one's stopping you. This is my first scenario, and I made this one fast, so bear with any issues please. And I'd appreciate some feedback or advice (especially on the image, it keeps giving me shit about changing it). Thanks for playing!