Truth of the moon

I'm not quite sure how to start this off to be fully honest with you. This whole thing just makes no sense.

First off, "Moon" is quite obviously not my real name. Well, I'm pretty sure it's not my name, I don't really remember. I don't really remember anything. It's not as simple as "I forgot the past few days", I literally remember nothing but a few bits and pieces of things. I woke up in a forest today, and that is basically where my comprehensible memory starts. Before that, I have odd fragments of things. I remember some faces, but no names, some strange out of place events that have no rhyme or reason.

 Anyways, after I woke up and looked around a bit, I noticed that there was a camera on the ground. I absent-mindedly picked it up and groggily stumbled around in this forest for a bit. I somehow managed to find my way to this house. I knocked on the door, and no one was here. The door was unlocked, so I came in. I promptly fell asleep on the floor.
After I woke up feeling a bit better, there was still no one here. It was then I realized that that camera I picked up had been recording for quite some time, so I shut it off. I checked around a bit, and found this computer.

I now understand that this house belongs to someone named James, as does this blog. I also understand that, judging by the previous few posts, something has happened to him. I also can't help but think this blog has something to do with me, I'm not sure why. Just another odd memory fragment.

Now, at first I thought the obvious: Am I James? The answer to that is no, after looking around on this computer I've found some pictures of him, and he does not look like me. So, I guess I'll be using this blog as something. A search for my identity, I guess.