December 10, 2002
Now I'm beginning to struggle, I've hit the tenth day and I have no idea what to write, actually I should be honest, from day one I've had no idea what I should be writing. The words just came out. How? Why? Who the fuck wrote these words? Did I think those things? Could I have possibly been responsible for such thoughts? I guess I am. For I am Zerpau right? Wrong! Well I am, but it isn't my real name. Well, it is the form that I exist as in this virtual world. Exist? How can (It) fucking exist?