I want to go. I want to go with Peter. If there was anyone who could at least give me a bit of happiness it would be him. I don’t want to be alone anymore. Still, there’s so much to be done. I am merely a cog and if I stop, what will happen to the others?

My pride cannot allow me to let go of the amount of work I’ve done and the sacrifices I’ve made to satisfy the people around me. Did it really even matter if anything made me happy? Did I even matter to anyone?

It’s suffocating. “Peter, I’m suffocating.”

“I’ll help you. The Organization helped me achieve this. There’s no need for you to be lonely anymore. You can stop. All you have to do is join me.” There was a dissonance. Peter seemed very calm, almost sage-like.

I don’t like being myself and no matter how much I change I never get satisfied. Nothing is for me. The price of being “me” is heavy and I often feel detached from here.