Dear myself,
Mannn, I've screwed up this time. I've been tortured and forced to betray my the girl I liked much. Most of all I've been brainwashed into thinking big brother is my only savior in surviving this jail experience. Julia sold me out, and I fought for our love all by my lonesome. She's so wicked for that, throwing away what we had. But in the end I guess that's what needed to be done. I'd rather die that obey the world order of big brother, although he has saved me through my simple thoughts I still love hate him. But now, I have no opinion. I neither hate or love big brother. He is dormant in my mind. At this point I am a walking shell of emptiness. My life of rebellion has come to a halt. My existence in my own head is fading away. I am nothing. I want to die, yet I won't kill myself. Society is already doing that for me hypothetically speaking.
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