This is it.

Things are about to get very interesting. Tonight, I become free.
For the first time, I can finally see the shape of myself. I'm trapped. I'm being held down by chains. Four spill out behind me, two strung through my shoulder blades and two on the tops of my legs, suspending a great weight under me. Inside of it are my memories, my repressed emotions, the darkness that has built up in me. The other night I heard a voice, and the voice said LET IT GO. I will remove this heaviness that even now weighs upon my mind.
But the fifth chain is the largest, and it spills out not behind me but from my chest, forwards and upwards. And on the end of that chain is Grandfather, the twisted nightmare of memories and demonic intent that manifests itself around me. He has made me and he drags me ever onwards into darkness. I must free myself of him or be forever lost.
Removing these chains will be tricky. A fool might try hacking at his limbs and chest with a knife, but I'm neither insane nor an idiot; hurting my solid body would achieve nothing. Instead, I must use what energies I have to cut them out inside me. I have to get them out completely, since if I just snap the chain they would still weigh me down and restrict my breathing. White Heat, I think, will be the way. This will, of course, be extraordinarily painful... even though I won't be physically cutting into myself, I'll still register the pain. The mind and body are thus connected. Sad, really.
And it has to be now. I could put it off, but then I'd just put it off forever out of fear and the net discomfort and negative consequences of keeping these chains for the rest of my life would far outweigh the agonies of extracting them now.
I wonder how much energy I have left. Life energy is to the soul what blood is to the heart, and while most people can stay stable I seem to burn right through it... I've been hungry for a long time. So, so hungry. When this is finished I will probably be starving. And I have no one to feed off of. As a rule I don't eat from family - wrong type of emotional bond, as well as that being just plain weird - and there isn't anyone at the moment who trusts me enough to... to... I guess I'll just have to cope.
This will hurt. It will leave me drained and exhausted. But I will be free.
This is it.

I love you.