Nothing can compare to freedom. It's wonderful. But here, all alone, there's no such thing as freedom. Just sadness, and darkness. You just feel cold all the time.
It's funny the way life works like that. Death is constant in life, endlessly going on and on, but this…
Not like this. Someone's life getting thrown out like this, it's not natural… it's horrible. It's weak, and cowardly. All of this is chaos. Turning friends on one another, constantly wondering at night if this is your last night. Counting the sunrises you have left on your fingers. It chaos. It's scary.
And you're all…
Alone.