I am a liar. I am sorry that I tried to deceive Fra N. I should have known that my petty pretention would not go unchecked.
The fact is that I'm a blubbering mess of a human. And if it were not for the prozac, I'd probably go barking mad. But in fact, we are already barking mad.
The only reason I'm here is because they force me to be. I hate Frater N. But I also hate my own kind. Not only are my personalities split in half, but my very soul is too.
I simply find it easier to stay evil and debased then to go through the hell it would require for me to actually get out of it.
Thank you, BlueAngel.
I think that is a good start.