Maybe tomorrow morning it ends.
Keep thinking like this.
Never stop thinking like this.
I don't belong here. So when this lunatic Dr. Heiss tried to make me forget that, I fighted. I fighted for so long, but those drugs...and these things that not let me move.
Keep remembering...Who am I? And why am I here? All started on Monday. Who knows how many days I've been trapped here.
I remember wellz because there was a fullmoon.
I work at the supermarket as a manager at nights...just because my father is the owner, my workmates usually said.
I think it's because I actually work and not gossip around.
