Unreliable truth!

This constant search for yourself has left you, obviously, wondering painfully all the time about who you are, and how your actions describe you. This burden it feels like you can't get out. Not that you'd know where out is, or what it could bring for you, nor do you know what it is you're running from or even if it is a good idea to run.

You feel tied down, too tired, lacking energy to actually do something, whatever that something is. Blocked. But by what? By whom? Is this solitude you've brought upon yourself the path to you becoming a better monster, or is it the shortest way to becoming just another insane person out there.

Accepting yourself doesn't seem to work, does it? Because you're not really believing it. It's still somewhere between fiction, truth and satisfying certain urges you've felt all your life, even before your true nature has been revealed. As long as you believe in you, torments will stop. But can you accept the evil? Can you embrace the despair? Can you really be the monster you were meant to be?

Believe!