I never understood what I wanted in life. I never thought about life and death or reality and time. I always assumed I'd have all the time in the world to discover who I'd be... But I was wrong. I was terribly mislead. With each passing day, I feel my soul crawling back from whence it was before. I don't understand what's happening. I can't sleep, my eating patterns are irregular, and my emotions are nonexistent one second and then entirely too present the next. I'm afraid I've already reached insanity. I don't understand. I don't want to be alive. Was I even alive before?