I believe that every gift in this world comes with a price. What I despise is a price I have no choice but to pay, cannot refuse, and cannot deny.
I got my life back. Perhaps the moment I realized I was still breathing, the complete "me" had already been declared dead. My emotions slipped away irretrievably like sand through my fingers, and my memories grew more unfamiliar by the day, like books left to gather dust. I stared at the familiar face in the mirror, yet it was as if I were watching a pleasant-looking actor clumsily imitate the joys and sorrows I had once felt.
I tried to play the part of my former self. I forged what remained of my humanity into chains, restraining the increasingly immense, cold, and rational monster inside me. I don't know how long I can keep up this act, or what will be left of me in the end.
But at least for now, I can still silently roar at myself: I am human!
