Role

Chapter 4

I have awoken to find myself.. in a temple of sorts. I am uncertain as to why
I arrived here or who I even am, I only know that I exist, that I still live,
and that most people would be thrilled to such extent for such that they may
weep in joy at the pains triumphed and the pains felt still. I only know
that, though I can remember nothing specific, nothing even as specific as my
identity, that I wish I was dead. There is nothing for me, and there has been
nothing for me for so long in my selfhating baleful existance that I should
be nothing more than a phantom of anger and rage. I also know that I am too
weak to end my own life, scared and weak, so I shall stand up and walk out of
this place I know not, I shall strive to who knows what end for no true
reason other than to strive, and continue to hate myself. Perhaps I shall
remember in time, what I am, and why it is that I wish I and all those that
are happy, all those with a smile and a laugh, all those that continue to be
joyful in life had that joy suddenly ripped from them.