Foreword
Do not try to make sense of my story. Do not dissect it and analyze it and organize the facts. This is a chaotic, confusing, and uncomfortable journey, and so you must leave all your things behind in order to properly experience it.
My story makes no sense. Where there is not darkness, there is light that shines upon hallucinations of my mind. So when you have reached the midway point and you are still drowning in frustration and thinking to put the book away, you must remember that it is not real for you. But it is real for me. So, keep reading until the very end. And when still it makes no sense, and still you feel hot with distant grief and angry confusion, you must never read this story again. I will never read it again after I have written it.
--Chloe
