I entered the land yet again. Regaining an interest, I am compelled to learn. "It's only a tool," I say, "I won't just waste time and talk to the residents."
The first few days were nice. I learned. I gained some skills, and yet I still saw myself as inferior. All I could think about as I slept was when I was last there. I hate my old self for how much I communicated there. I always had to share, and yet despite making some friends, they weren't real. All that time was wasted. I gave them my name, my face, and my voice! I exist in their minds! I'm not safe!
I walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at all the bodies who had fallen in an attempt to escape. There I was, all battered and bruised. The body was still and calm, yet its face seemed stressed. I jumped and decided to join myself yet again. Hopefully for the last time.