I feel like there are parts to me

Sometimes, I feel like I am not a whole person. There are many parts of myself that make up me. Sometimes I just feel empty like a shell. Sometimes, I am one or two or three parts of myself, but I am always aware when parts are not there. Sometimes it feels comforting to wake up and not know who I am. I just know: I’m a girl, I have clothes, I can eat, I can act like a girl… I can make up this perfect world for myself. I can be this clean canvas, a new being. Some days these parts of me are there and they feel like an anchor tethering me down to the hardships of life. Tomorrow, I wish for them to not be there.