I was doing really well recently. I was making that really scary thing called progress. I had taken the reins on my life, and decided that things were going to change for the better.

The last 24 hours have been complete hell.

My MPD has gone completely whacko and out of sync. No-one is communicating at all, or properly. There are rumours flying around about things.

We are not good, we are not helpful, we are not nice. We lost him, we failed.

It's so much easier to let go, to just let it all happen. The feelings can run freely now, after being so cold, for so long. The lack of emotions and feeling have gone to far. Letting it all drain away, it's the only way to feel anything. Finding those old scars and re-living the memories of happieness and calm. It is all that matters.

We have control, we have control of something now. We can let it happen, we can let it not happen. We will not be a prisoner again here. It cannot happen, it will not happen. The rush... it is all that matters.

Find a way to escape