Pseudomonarchia Daemonum.
Oops. That was fairly easy, and it's almost alarming.
I hate this place. I hate everything in it, and that I can't find a way to go back home. Already established the point that I can't even to begin to remember how I got here, or what happened, and that I'll be grounded when I get back. So it must be this place, right? It's happening to everyone else, even if they're not losing memories.
I just hate it. I really fucking hate it.
And what's worse is that I can't remember what he was even beginning to do or he was talking about last. Our last conversation -- it's only relapsing over and over with mother. Wasn't she sick the last time I was speaking to her?
Fuck, I just want to understand why. Why am I here? How the hell did I get here?
And seriously, does there have to be another version of myself here?
[ooc; bonus points if you understand what that is.]