It's been about three years since we've met the humans...Sometimes I wonder why we
all get along with them so well. Is it...that we envy them? I don't mother fucking know. I
can never think straight when my mind wanders like this. I always get confused and try
to find an answer that's hidden far away. Will I ever find an answer? I'm lost and can't
find my way out of this labyrinth that's known as my mind. So many twists and turns.
I'll die here and no one will know that I'm gone. No one will notice or miss me. I've
spent a lot of time in silence, so I've done a lot of thinking. They sewed my lips together...Like
Kurloz so there's no way for me to speak. I've been so lost. I always loose control when I travel
too far and my body just does what it wants. I killed them...one by one...I almost...liked
it. How could I enjoy taking the lives of my friends? Killing them and severing their
heads...painting the walls with rainbows...feeling their blood on my hands...hearing
bones crack...that's what I mean. My mind does the same thing. I can't shake this
feeling. The energy and thrill of it. I know it's happening when I hear honking in the
back of my head. It gets louder and louder...that along with screaming. It's loud...it
makes me shiver. I see these gory scenes play in my head. Blood spreading around
bodies that have been sliced open, their heads thrown to the side with the eyes gouged
out. I've gotten used to it now so it never bothers me anymore. It's a normal thing now.
I've finally shaken the insanity away. It's gone. I don't have to deal with it anymore. I
don't get lost.
