Writing chapter 9, of book 2. Sometimes it feels like I'm going mad, descending into a world of terrible strife. Despite the endless struggles in my life, I'm fortunate not to be a part of this world in the flesh. And I am grateful to be part of this world, in my mind. For it contains both beauty and horror, joy and sadness. Stories that must be told.
If ever I do something in life, I will finish this tale.