Who am I?
What am I doing here?
Where am I going and why do I bother?
So many questions, I wish I had just one answer.
Maybe later.
Maybe when I’m more awake.
Maybe once the voices in my head shut up and let me think in peace.
You tried to answer those questions for me and for a long time I let you. If only I had known better, maybe I’d have more answers now.
But I’m learning.
And I’m growing.
And finally, for the first time, I feel like I’m awakening.
There just may be hope for me yet. In spite of you, in spite of the voices, in spite of the world around me.
It’s not too late.
There’s still time.
My story’s not done yet.
And now that I’ve made up my mind, you won’t stop me. As long as I don’t stop myself. Finally, I understand.
