Though one begat the other two, we are soulfully sisters.
We have the gift of foresight. We are all old souls.
We have been in this world for a long time to know that the whole world only 'takes from us'.
We are not here to learn or experience anything, We already know!
And We're here to put the others in their place.
And I of the triad is the extra perceptive one - So treat me with reverence!
"Hell is other people"
Rage against the machine
But a few times in our existence we allowed ourselves to explore the outside, the others, and all the time it ended up in disasters. The two of us siblings have been now tricked into making ourselves so dependent on other people (and even each other) that life is literally hell for us. This was obviously by the manipulations of the others.
Facade
So I demand respect in this life. I will not stop till people respect me.
I don't care if I have nothing to offer, nothing of advantage, nothing of any warmth. People better like my abrasiveness and respect me.
But I still receive the same treatment - Disrespect. Ill repute. Irreverence. Insignificance. Indifference.
House of Cards
Recently a spell of a whirlwind crashed into all the constructs we had built over the span of our existence. For a moment I thought I should maybe run away and be independent, but no I will be safer if closer to my sisters. So we all decided to rebuild the constructs around each independently yet close to one other. Reinforced we survive.
Letting Go Not
So for us, every trauma is an episode to be remembered. True that some consider these trauma as only insignificant events in their own lives. To me, these minor events are memories to be relived. Of course, I can't let go of these events, for these very few knot-like feelings on the long bland rope connecting the vast ocean called existence connecting the event birth and death. They make me feel like I was alive. And as I flip through my thin memory album the feelings are regurgitated out in all their morass, and this time with added flavors from my imaginative (but true) thoughts.