At some point in time, I realized that I was completely alone now. Before, what I meant when I said that last time was that, I, a normal human being, am completely alone in a dark and unknown recess of some vast and untold torture merry-go-round filled with unknown and hungry creatures crazy for flesh and blood. But now, well, I’m completely alone in a dark and unknown recess of some vast and untold torture merry-go-round with nothing else but me on that ride to hell. The reason for my lonesome situation? I kind of ate them all.

I know, I know, it sounds horrible and gruesome. A tragedy in the eyes of our fellow internet junkies and SJWs from reddit. They might even be creating a thread right now about it. I'll downvote everysingle one of you.

It wasn’t my fault that I got hungry. And they were also quite nice to munch on when I finally got my head straight. I needed all the carbs I could get and it’s not like there weren't any of them left. I could still hear some noise here and there, skittering and prancing somewhere, I think. Or maybe, it’s just my head playing a sinister game where a mischievous mind played tricks on its master until he goes insane.

I felt the crushing mountain disappear from my body now that those creatures were gone. The empty feeling on my back was new to me, though. Kind of like when the dentist takes off your braces after a few years of correcting your misaligned teeth that you’ve gotten so used to it to the point that it felt weird being without the pressure. And oh boy, do I love the pressure.

I stood up and just stayed like that for quite some time. I finally regained the ability to stand again after everything that has happened. My body felt good and now I’m free from any restraints. I felt giddy that my journey to an undeserved punishment has ceased, but I felt lonely. Why am I thinking like this? I should be happy that my suffering’s done and gone. I don’t know. Should I be?

Of course

The voice inside my head seemed to think so. But sometimes, I'd beg to differ.

I suddenly had the urge to laugh out loud and giggle like a child afterwards. The only problem that I have now is this stupid spontaneous laughter of mine that I can’t seem to fix no matter how much I try to stop it from happening. It just happens without my consent. An unnecessary and involuntary action, is what it is. Also, I sometimes get lost in my own thoughts and even forget what I’m doing from time to time, too.

Being by oneself makes your mind wander into weird places with no one to talk to or nothing to entertain yourself with. No man can live alone without anybody else’s company. Otherwise, they’d go nuts from the silence or lack of communication. Lose a few screws in the process, go mental after a while and then shoot some people up in broad daylight while having the best moments of their life. All sunshine and rainbows in a bloody rain of hell fire and gunpowder. A good thing I got that voice inside my head to talk with. Although, he doesn’t reply most of the time that I do start a conversation. I think he’s a bit snobby, but everybody needs a Wilson in their isolated life.

I started walking forward, and I have to say, this felt so much easier than when I was crawling. It feels like I’m accomplishing much more now. No more are the days that I kiss the ground. No more are the days that I weep in sorrow. This day, I’m a new man. A man that walks on his own two feet. Now, where the hell are these feet of mine taking me to?

“That’s not good” I never thought that would happen. Tripping on something after all this time, and right after I just started walking. What comedic timing.

“… shit” oh, another big surprise. Did I forget to mention before that I have basophobia? No? Are you sure? Well, now you know more about me.

“SHIT!” I repeated it once more for emphasis because I couldn’t have said it any more than that. I blacked out soon after. My brain just pushed that red button to shut itself down before it reached critical point. And do you know what happens at critical point? Something critical, that’s for sure.

I fucking hate this place.