It's rather difficult to sit down and write about the events that happened, but there's nothing else I can do now. The memories make my stomach clench and twist in knots when I recall them... even so, I know I don't remember everything. Some parts are completely blocked from my mind, but I suppose that is for the better. If I knew everything that had happened to me, maybe I wouldn't have dealt with... everything for as long as I did. It scares me to not know everything, though, taking all of my twenty-three years of living and only being able to make out a few parts. Stuff obviously happened, but I wasn't... there. I'm not entirely sure what I'm fully capable of, which scares me the most. My mind feels so lost from reality that I do not feel human anymore. One could compare me to a possessed shell of a being. Something happens to me, it's so obvious, but I don't know what. Official Creepypasta story for the character Delusional Lily.