Return attempt no. 1

An unfinished documentation of real and imagined events

I couldn't finish writing what happened. One day I could talk about it, and then I couldn't go any further. I was so young, and I gave myself up to a dreamscape because staying awake in the real world was a slow and excruciating death. I never really got back. I became one of them. It really just made more sense. I simply didn't understand what it meant to be human and I felt incredibly alone most days.