The more I think of it, the more I see the environment around me as a small town in the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State which existed under a near-constant cover of clouds. A hell of a place known as Forks. What did Forks remind me of? Twilight. And what did Twilight remind me of? Living hell. Seriously, the very situation I was stuck in for as long as I could remember was no worse than reading Twilight itself.