It's been so long. . . so long since I've been home. Why did I leave? Where did I go? Did I even have a home? Was this all just a dream? Some sick joke? I don't know anymore. And even more frightening than that. . . I don't know if I care any more. Or, was it that I had nothing to care about? Again, I just don't know. The boy and I have begun to detest each other, if only because we have grown so tired of each others company. Spending eons with somepony. . . eons. What is time? What is it really. . .
What a joke I am. So much that I've discovered and still I know nothing. Was it all worth it then? Did I live a life worth living? Do I deserve to live, even now? I have my doubts. But. . . I suppose I've stuck it out this far. No reason to call it quits yet. Who knows. Perhaps I'll find something that can justify my existence.
I doubt it though.