What we decide to be depends on how we view things. Take myself for instance. Green blooded creature with a fucked up face and damaged vocal cords. I'm not sure that I'm a monster in this.
Or a victim.
I have been keeping Alice alive for a while now. But I'm uncertain if it's because I care for her in the slightest. Or if I don't want to be alone. Since she seems to be my only friend right now.
Does anyone know what it's like to feel less than...I can't really describe it. It's like I'm slowly going off the tracks. Or...Or just...I don't know...
I can't find the proper way to say this. And I'm afraid that I'm getting worse. Which is bad for Alice...because if I can't keep it together,she's dead.
Or worse.
