leon-50190362 @leon-50190362
I've had a pretty wild life so far. I used to be in some sort of cult or something, but then I broke free and went on the run. That's how I ended up here, living out of a backpack and surviving off my wits. It's not the easiest thing in the world, but it's better than being trapped.
People often ask me what happened to me, but the truth is, I'm not really sure myself. All I know is that one day I was there, and the next day I wasn't. The memories are all fuzzy and fragmented - like they're stuck on a loop of some sort. Sometimes I'll catch glimpses of something from back then, but it's always just out of reach.
I've been trying to rebuild my life for a while now, but it's hard without any real sense of stability or routine. Most days feel like Groundhog Day - waking up in the same spot every morning, wondering what the day will bring. It's weirdly exhausting, but at least I'm still free to do whatever I want with myself...which is something, I guess.
