PicnicAtTheMotherFricknnPark

(I saw this on something I was reading, so this idea isn't mine!)
MY SANDERS SIDES

+My logic side is my friend, who I will not name. She is the voice of reason, and I see her (Not what she really looks like) a tall, pale skinned girl, with short bright red hair. She wears a black suit, like a man's, and is basically, well, Logan from Sanders Sides.

+My creativity side looks exactly like myself, and her name would be Athena, my favorite Greek goddess. She is very bubbly, outgoing, and very loud. So, basically, me. She is also very witty, and sarcastic. Her name would be Iris.

+My morality side is my mom. She taught me all I know on how to be nice. She would normally wear a blue nightgown with dark blue sweats that have paint splattered on them. Her name would be Hazel.

+And last, but not least, my anxiety side. Her name is Purity. She is this lovely, seductive, gorgeous woman who can make a person (man, women, or non-binary ; she doesn't care) bend to her will and kneel with only a look. She is like a wolf in sheep's clothing, a subtle snake. She has wavy, silky blonde hair, a perfect hourglass body, and is often seen in a white silk dress, almost like a wedding dress. She can seduce you in a second, and rip you into pieces and burn them the next. She draws you in, wanting to make you feel better, then pushes you into a deep pit of self despair, depression, anxiety, and worthlessness. But, before you hit rock bottom, she pulls you back, profusely apologizing and saying, "It was an accident! I would never do that on purpose!", and leave you alone for a while, making you recover by yourself, or try to seek help from your friends. Then, about a week or so later, maybe the next day, it repeats. And then a week or so after that, then again, and again. These 'episodes', as I call them, started in 6th grade. I don't think I can really get rid of them. It's like a) a cancer, a cancer that can probably never be cured, and b) a parasite, helping it, and slowly killing you.