Today was even worse than the last!
That peasant of a woman gave me something terrifying. Initially I'd thrown that blasted bottle away, but today coincidentally I ran out of my usual cologne and resorted to using this one she gave me, thinking myself fortunate. As soon as I opened it the fumes from the bottle escaped quickly and filled my nostrils and lungs so much so that it gave me a coughing fit. That was not the worst part, the worst part was it gave me images. Images of what could of been myself in such a way that made little sense and brought piercing pain to my brain. I cannot tell whether it has brought back some of my memories or not, but certainly not in the traditional sense. It was as though I was seeing and being someone else in my own body. I did not remember anything, more so that I saw myself, possibly who I once was. It was like being in an alternate universe not of the one I am in now, and yet for some reason it made sense. Perhaps I shall make a diary of the events that have occured in this different mental state. Maybe as a person who suffers from memory loss, I am grasping anything that gives me hope, even if it is terrifying and painful, but at least this way maybe I will remember something. The only issue is that it seems to consume one whole bottle. I will need to find a way to get my hands on more. The one I just accidentally used has the number 1 written on it. Maybe that woman will have a number 2 as well?