the mystery

I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything other than the mystery for about a year now.

I could put myself in the mindset of a victim with zero agency, or I can continue to view myself as a detective driven mad. It should be obvious which one is preferable.

I will not, I cannot, truly rest. Not until I know what exactly happened, who was involved, and why. This is both for my sense of safety and satisfaction. It has taken me a while to get to this point, but I want justice. Nothing excessive, nothing violent, but justice.

One of the biggest issues is that until I know the full truth, literally no one can be trusted.

That incident was a lesson, it taught me how to hate. What a disgusting feeling.

This may be hard to believe given the state I was in previously, but now that I have recovered my health,

I will never forget.