May 25
sometimes. sometimes it's so clear. so plain and bright to see. we will die here. we are tired and listless. we are too weak. we don't want it bad enough. so this is it. we will be here until we die. we will be trapped in this room until we die. we cannot survive out there. there's too much that supports that-- that we are just. incompatible with adult life. and no one will want to care for us. no one should have to. we should be able to. it doesn't matter. we will die in here. and all that hope we had. it will be wasted. it has already been. we. are nothing i think. or at least. we are not enough.
