Intro
It's funny if you think about it. When I was younger, I was scared of the dark. But now after all of this… after everything that has happened… I am the dark.
You couldn't tell from the outside, but every inch of my body was being replaced. Or as some would call it, renewed or brought back. I call it murder. That's what it is though. Murder. If you strip everything away and just look at the bare bones, that's what they are doing to me. They are killing me. They are slowly taking what I know and lighting it on fire in front of me, only to shove something I do not know in its place. But with every piece they take from me, and with every unrecognized piece they give back to me, I start to understand it better. I start to welcome the things that are killing me.
So in a way, you could say I am killing myself.
After all, I am the one who told them to do this to me.