I think I need to have some of my memories robbed away from me. I just took the wrong turn. I have made that mistake again. Thrice.
I need advice. I need help to get out.
I don't want to carry this on any longer. I want a way out. It's enough that I've suffered for something that I need.
It's not something I deserve. I didn't ask for this.
Not at all.
I will get out. I've promised.