The confused person heart.  

There was always something confusing that raised questions and made my drawn person unhappy and unable to deal with the situation. Something with the likes. Something with dislikes. Something with the hormones. And something with the thoughts. Something was definitely wrong. 

My drawn person didn't give up. With its confused heart, my drawn person first wanted, then decided, to let it be. The behaviour kept changing with the days and that was a fact. Among all the different selves, my drawn person preferred the Thursday self. 

In the Thursday self, there was a world of selves. The selves of the Thursday self were better people. Brave. Honest. Proud. Hardworking. Kindhearted. Passionate. Optimistic. Spontaneous. Not greedy. Not rude. Tolerant. Fun.  On Thursdays, the drawn person had a mixture of the best qualities of the human race.  Thus, the drawn person only socialised on Thursdays and stayed out of sight during the rest of the week. 

On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, the drawn person fought with murderers, psychopaths, liers, wrong-doers, dwarfs of the mind, tolerance-lacking freaks, zombies, money-thirsty vampires, killer trolls. In other words, he fought with all his non-Thursday selves.