I was sick, but more than that, I was mad. Full of rage with what happened to me. Everyone thinking me, Thaddeus, should be better. But I'm not. Able to help the world with only the strength I have. they say i was too strong. Strong and hurting myself to the point of almost dieing. These white clothes are keeping me from using my strength. Years go by and my strength weakens. I lie down in the white room and fall asleep and never wake up.
February 7, 2011