I had a dream and a plan.
It was a risk but I got noticed.
I never thought the story I’ve chased would become my own reality.
A descent into darkness.
The signs were there, before it even happened.
I felt it and I should have run without looking back.
But I didn’t realize how deep and depraved it would become.
As the lines became blurred. I felt lost, but also found.
Was I selfish? Stupid? A victim?
Or was it simply my own special kind of sickness?
This is it. My monster. My enemy. My choice.
My story.