damik's Diaryland Diary
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Trapped
It's what? The seventh now? I don't think I could last 25 more days of this, or longer. I feel like a caged anamil. Unwanted, always in fear of angering thoes around me. I think of day in and day out being confined to this small room. I don't think I can handle it.
There is nothing good left in life Here I am a prisoner with only the freedo m to skurry around to sneak and hope I'm not caught making too much noise, disturbing too many people. I never wanted to be here again. I know I'm not wanted and it's only a matter of time before she tells me again.
Days go bye. And I can't do this. I can't spend such time locked in a room unwanted. Such despair and longing, longing to die, this isn't living, this isn't even surviving. I wish could die, I wish I had never lived. Oh god, what I would give to escape my life. I am trapped and for me there is no escape.
Unknowen - 12-07-01
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older entries: When. I called when! - 11:27 p.m. , 10-07-13 Intrusive - 3:31 p.m. , 09-12-13 It isn't working today. - 2:21 p.m. , 09-09-13 Sleep, SI, Stress, and Pain, yeah, I hit them all. - 4:46 p.m. , 08-09-13 I hate this game. I don't want to play anymore. - 2:59 p.m. , 05-29-13 |
