It's kind of a funny story. Everything is unfolding exactly how I thought it would and nothing like it. She's doing this on purpose, I know she is. But the more I look around, the more I realise that I've been here before. I've met these people in the past, and whatever happens in the next few weeks, shall just be a repeat of what already was. I'm sure this is a test. I'm supposed to react different this time. I'm supposed to do something differently, I'm supposed to be someone different. Yet I don't quite know if I have the resolve to see it through. I understand what must be done, and what must be avoided. Why then can't I shake this little voice inside my head that keeps whispering the dreadful truth? Why then can't I pull the trigger and let loose the demons that bind me to this prison? Why then can't I for once, just simply be myself?
