Everybody has their demons. I wake up every morning asking my self "What am I doing here?".
I seek a purpose, a reason to justify my existence.
I am afraid of dying.
I am afraid of the dark.
This place is the same but very much different. Emotions aren't as helpful as I'd thought, each time a feeling or memory is recovered bits of my sanity disappear. Staying here longer than need be will result in death or even worse, being careful is the only way to ensure that these results differ.
or else.
I must be careful