Notes

My name is Katherine, but so is her's, at least, that's what she tells people. She never lets me speak. She always does everything. I just sit and watch. I think a lot. She does too, but not always. Usually, she asks me what to do. But not out loud. If she does, others will hear. She doesn't want them to hear. She doesn't want them to know she relies on me so much. That's okay. If I don't tell her what to do, she won't do anything. She doesn't really like anything, but I do. I like a lot of things. She lets herself do some of them sometimes to make me happy. But I always know she doesn't want to. When she does the things that she thinks make her happy, she feels guilty. She thinks she's forcing me to do things I don't want to. But it's fine. There's nothing else for me to do. She doesn't want to write this because she doesn't want other people to know me. I tell her no one will know. She doesn't believe me. She almost never does. I always tell her things and sometimes she listens, but she never believes.