I, do, I do understand, I'm, slowly, slowly moving forward, I'm, reaching, what am I recharging for ?... I, don't know, maybe, for the scissors, or the pen, the pen, but how I was thinking of scissors, I take the pen I write, how I hate, hate, the fact I'm still here, the fact I hurt someone, hate, all of my choices, sometimes, I was a dog, no worries, only orders, they tell me what to do, and do it, I never was teched, they just told me, I got sick of it, and I went my way and I lost it, but I see it, it's, not my way, it's the patch that he gave me with my choices, I see it but I don't know where it's leading too, I guess, somewhere where I will understand who I am... I wish I could of understood earlier how it all works, what is, a bond...