When am I?
This is very, very bad. To use another tortured analogy, the surgical wound became infected after the operation. Something inside me has been damaged. My sense of time has become horribly skewed. I'm dissociating out of control. Memories are cracking in and out of consciousness. We're losing time at an alarming rate, hours and days simply disappearing. And then there's the chronological dyslexia, events arriving in my head in slightly the wrong order.
And it hurts, it hurts so much...
the pain...
and I'm so hungry...
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