VICTOR | VANESSA
Do not let me become the wait staff.
I am not sure who I am if I am not a doctor or at least as much of one as I was. I am not precisely certain who I am in general at the moment, however. Things have been [...] more complicated than I should have liked. Mr. Chandler is displeased with me. Though, I know the word does not quite explain his feelings toward me, violent and leaning towards the murderous as they are. It is my fault, of course. It does not help that my mood has been one of self-destruction of late, so I have done nothing but make it worse. I have tried, I suppose, to attempt to make up for it, but I cannot seem to follow through. He does not trust me with you. He is probably right not to. I can no longer numb my self loathing or block out the mistakes I have made up to this point, the monsters I have made. Of all of them, however, I fear I am the most monstrous.