I’m losing my mind, losing my mind. I’m losing control. I can’t remember the things I’ve done... They tell me things… Despicable things about what I’ve done. And yet, I remember nothing. One minute I can remember exactly what’s going on, bit by bit, every little detail… Then the darkness takes over and I awake in ruins. The happiness that precedes the chaos repeats vividly in my head. I can’t forget about those times… And that’s what makes everything all the more agonizing because those memories cut deep while I stand in the chaos I created. What. Did. I. Do? It’s happening more and more frequently. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m losing control. How can people know that sometimes it’s really me and sometimes, it’s not? I’ve started over more than once already. Clean slate after clean slate eventually ends up becoming tainted. What’s happening? Why is everything broken? What happened with John? Did… Did I do that to him? No… I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t... This isn’t safe. For anyone. For the sake of us all, there’s only one thing left to do.