Last Words

October 27, 1984


Dear Dairy,
Today might be the last time I can write. It seems like it is coming to an end for me. Every part of my body aches from all the brainwashing torture they are giving me. I feel like my brain is no longer mine. They have taken  over my every little thought and turned it into their own. They say  "Freedom is slavery". They say "Two and Two makes Five" and that "God is Power", but no matter how many times I write it, say it, or try to believe in it, it doesn't make sense to me. I feel like I am going crazy and that everything around me is not real. What am I supposed to do? How can I pleased them and give them what they want? I would rather die in pride of my knowledge rather than become brainwash like one of them and live like a robot. I want a personal victory!!! ......Oh no, I hear the guards walking down towards my cell. They are talking about room 101. What's going to be at room 101? Can it be worst than the torture I had already gone through? What am I going to do? I am scared about what's going to happen next. I can't take it anymore! Please, let me have the bravery to not betray my thoughts!