Introspection
Somewhere, before I was born, I chose this body for a reason. That I know. It had to have a purpose, and it's a race against the short time I have to figure out why. I chose my parents for a reason, I was put in these circumstances for a reason.
Maybe it was out of curiosity? I wanted to see what being human was like and realized it was a truly fucked up situation I got myself into? Or is it something more? Either way, I feel like I'm well on the right path to figuring out why.