Also, the truth was, the truth is, I didn’t want to go back. I kept waiting to want to go back. The feeling never came. I didn’t know about you when I did what I did. I want you to know that. I didn’t know that they’d do that. Make you. I didn’t know they’d pretend to find my body. And then they’d make your body instead. Because there was no body. Or rather, my body is here. I’m still inside it. It’s me.
