...if that even is your real name.Your life is incredibly perplexing to me! I have so many questions and want so many answers, but I don't think you're in the state of mind to give them to me.
Can you trust Dr. Randal? I don't think so.
Can you trust the First Eric Sanderson? I don't think so.
Can you even trust yourself? I don't think so.
So who can you trust? What is real? What is going on?
I feel so bad for you. Your life is so not even in your control. I'm the type of person who has to have complete control over her life, and the slightest bit of non-control drives me insane. How can you stand not knowing anything about yourself? How can you stand not knowing anything about your past? It's the glue that holds us together; the glue that makes us us. And you have none of it. Therefore, who are you? But there's not point in asking that because you can't answer.
I'm hoping the more time we spend together the more answers we...you...will get. These past few weeks have been interesting, but I NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON. It's driving me insane. It's all I can think about. Who are you? What are you? I need to know. Now. I'm not a very patient person.
I feel like you are you though. I mean, look at Clio. You've got this innate attachment to someone you personally don't even know. Maybe she's your soulmate. Maybe you're connected no matter what. Or maybe she's just the one bit of reality you can or want to hold on to. I don't blame you. She sounds like a charming girl. And in a world where you have no one, it's good to cling on to the hope that you at least had someone.
Clearly I have a lot of questions. And so do you. So I guess our time together is not over yet. And hey, at least you have someone. I'm not going anywhere until we figure out who you are.
Investigatingly Yours,
NicholleLee.
