It occurred to me recently that it's almost a year since that monster attacked; which means I've been here over a year. I suppose the date was some time in February; I didn't do anything to commemorate it, or even think about it too much until now.
It's strange though, to think about the passage of time here-- the thought that all of this experience will simply disappear, eventually, when we're allowed to leave. How we choose to lead our lives here is only relevant as long as we remain. I wonder how different I am now from the person I'll be in a year of real time.
Questions without answers, really.
[Private to Angela]I said it the other day, I know, but-- given that I was cursed... Thank you, again.
[EDIT; off to bed & picking up tags tomorrow dearhearts <3]