When I first played this game, I thought "This is the story of someone with very deep psychosis. Someone who is imagining they are not themselves, because the truth hurts, and it's easier to cope with it if you make believe."
But as I went on, I realized there must be something off. This can't be my skeleton. Please, come home. If lies are to help mask the pain, why do they hurt too? So I played the over and over, each time trying different conclusions, different excuses, different answers. Please, come home. I felt lost. I am still lost. Why am I so calm as I cut open my thigh? How could I survive an arrow to the face? Please, come home. This is all so confusing, and I think I could probably figure it all out if I just went home.