My name is Frank Zhang.

Right now it is, anyway.

Sometimes my mind gets fuzzy and I can't even remember my name.

Or nameS.

They say I suffer from "Multiple Personality Disorder."

Its true.

In the beginning it was a game, thinking up a different person.

After all, who would want to be friends with Frank Zhang?

He's just a clumsy ox with a loan shark for a dad and a mother who willingly left him to join the army. (Dying wasn't in the original plan.)

It was fun, a game, pretending to be someone else, someone more interesting.

Then it wasn't a game anymore.

Now I have another side to me, who's my polar opposite.

I call him Mars, like the Roman god of war.

He gets angry easily and is really strong.

That isn't a good combo.

Whenever he comes, I'm always afraid he might hurt someone.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

But it isn't up to me anymore.

It's up to him.

Aside from that though, I'm not crazy.