What the fuck is this game? Hey, you're important, we need you around, but can't tell you why or who you are. Now I'm thinking maybe all those coincidences, the teacher, bible, blah blah blah were just that. That my life is like that of Brian's. Yep, you got the scars, pain, weird similarities, miracles, resurrections, but, hey, it's all just a coincidence. You really aren't anyone special, just kinda resembles what was written about him sixty years after the fact. You are not anyone special, just lucky to be alive, after dying a few times. Sit and wait, cry, pray, repeat. Still nothing out of you or anyone for 54 months. If I am holding up the program, let me know,I'll gladly get out of the way, or if it's because I need to learn, give me a book. I trust no one not even my wife. There is not a reason I can logically think of why I'm still here? Maybe that's the holdup and why you've not said anything? yet here I keep trying to get answers. one day you will publish all my letters written on here, know that I'm at my lowest point ever. Pain 7/10, emotional pain 9/10 unknown pain 10. A distraction from my life would be nice about now. Just don't raise me if I forget to breath, I'll eventually remember, keep hitting me with sticks until I throw you off in a dramatic fashion