I've done the imponderable. The one thing that no one should ever subject themselves to; I've read my old diary entries.

Never, ever, under any circumstances, do you read your old journal entries. If there's a gateway to hell, this is the express line to it. Everything is so damn clear right now, it's so clear that i feel i've been blinded. I want to burn the damn thing, i want to burn it with everybody else in it. The only problem is that it's in my head now, has always been, locked away in dungeons and protected in a high fortress with moats. I made sure it was high enough not to let my short self in again, and now i've used the secret passages, and i wish i haven't.

Fuck this.