There is a sense of obligation to explain the reason behind discontinuing in Reintegration. That doesn't mean that I'm going to offer such an explanation.
This morning I felt as if I woke up screaming. This is commonly how I start my day. None of the other people in the house have commented or in any way made mention of such events, though I'm not sure it would be discussed either way.
I sleep on a bed intended for an eight year old, which is fitting as I spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about when I was eight years old. I also spend a lot of time thinking about when I was 23. Back then I didn't believe for a second that I'd live to be 36. I didn't want to and that alone should have been enough to ensure it didn't happen, but it wasn't. I'm still here and now I'm doing everything I can to stay alive. It isn't easy, but some of the people make it worth it.
Many of the words I've used here I looked up in the dictionary to make sure they mean what I think they mean. I have yet to encounter an unexpected definition, but that isn't going to stop me from second guessing myself.
It is impossible to find a place within society without first finding a place within yourself.
I still want to know what I was missing in the third tower.
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