(no subject)
I've been neglecting this journal for a while (and in my defense, I never really wanted it to begin with) but I do have a legitimate reason.
...I am confused. Immensely so. And I am not a person who is generally given to confusion...and I am a person who is loath to admit such a thing under normal circumstances.
Certain...memories seem to be returning to me. Memories of things that could not possibly have happened. After all, it isn't possible for me to have died several years ago...if there is a single certainty in this world, it is that the dead do not return from the grave. I could not have suffered a heart attack and collapsed at Yagami Light's feet. Such a thing should not be possible.
And Watari cannot be dead...he was the one who suggested I get this journal. That was my original conception. I even mentioned it in a previous entry.
And yet, I find myself remembering less and less of the previous few years...as though they've been fabricated memories, temporary memories. And what I do remember is awakening and gazing upon my own grave...running across Light, and Mello...and...
All of these haphazard shifts in memory culminate in a realization, however: that, if I have been dead, I can think of but one person who could have been responsible, who could have been clever enough to orchestrate all of this.
Kira is closer than I thought.
But then...why am I back?