The monk’s secret Room

Dear Diary,

It is my second week here since I got myself into this mess. And the 6th days since I started writing about it. I am still confused as to what I should do. I can't make sense of anything around. I can't share my story with anyone one. I feel a lot of indecision. That is why I haven't left the town. Still hiding in the shacks of dead Mr. Peterson's farm. He died here over 20 years ago. It looks and feels like the city I grew up in but everything feels different. It feels like the good kind of wrong. I kind of like it here. But I am afraid that I may be doing something really bad. Also, I forgot to mention that there is another me that is here that doesn't know I exist. The one I had been stalking for past 3 days to see what I would've been like had I done the right thing. But this goes against everything I was taught. I feel like I am losing my mind again, but I also feel that I can hold it together. I don't want to go back also. Because that life was boring and sad. I was a wanted man falsely convicted of something I didn't do and no one believed me. Except the monk, the good old man. I hope he forgives me for sneaking into the room which he forbid me. That’s how I got here, but I don’t know how to get back. I don’t really want to but I feel guilty. Hope this feeling goes away. Hope I can remain sane.