Break Me

    It is happening. When I thought I was able to be left alone on my own record, it has finally happened. The point where I thought I couldn't take it anymore than I had experienced after that torture. I thought I finally gave into the Party. I felt alone and was happy for it, but I dreamed of days which I could be happy. No more pain. Though when I dreamed I never thought I came to the point of talking in my sleep then suddenly.. Julia. I screamed her name that night and I couldn't help myself. That explained Tom Parson's sleep talking, now I'm doing it. It has given me away and now they're going to torture me into changing my own beliefs. What I see and what I am told gets me conflicted and I just can't think anymore. So I ended up screaming Julia's name, jolting me awake. I believed what ever they have told me, played their games even. I burned 2+2=5 into my mind by writing it on places like the floor or the walls to seem as I believe. Hoping. I would start believing it, though it wasn't good enough. I hated Big Brother and I knew it in my heart that I did. Now they're here for me once again. Room 101. Here I come. Big Brother, I am coming.

Break me if you can.