I'm tied up to a chair in a dark room. Do you know where I am? I'm incapable of escaping this place I call hell. No food or water to keep my strength. Only thing keeping me alive is to one day escape my own personal hell, my mind. I can never escape the truth. I can never run from my mind. It's always there haunting me, lurking in the shadows. Watching and waiting for the time i screw up. Now the world is out to get me. To chew me up and spit me out. I've told you my story, It's at an end. And here I am, still tied up to the same chair in the same dark room where I shall be trapped forever.
January 31, 2011