The demon stirs, once again.

It dwells within my thoughts, always waiting for a chance to lash out. It'll take any that it's given, and desire more.

Doubt. Loneliness. Fear. Feelings of isolation. It thrives on these.

I don't wish to wake the demon purposely. I don't wish to enter its lair voluntarily.

But I've waited long enough. At this time, I feel as if I have no choice.

Confrontation is nearly certain. By nature, I'm not confrontational; I don't wish to fight. But I can't hold myself back any more. I'm tired of feeling alienated, isolated, shut-in.

I can't let you control my life any longer.

My fear, my doubts, my uncertainties... I shall turn them all to dust. Along with your feelings, if I have to. After all, you did the same to my heart. And now, you won't leave. You won't give me the space that I feel I need.

So I have no choice but to stand up, and fight.

Nobody will stand with me in this battle; the others won't take sides, in the interest of "fairness," and I have nobody else to rely on. I can only do this alone. So I will. Because I must.

I don't even know if I'm prepared for this. But it's not like I have a choice. It happens tomorrow, ready or not.

I'm scared...

...but I can only move forward.