Can’t think of anything to say. I’m hungry, it’s cold, I’m bored, scared, fed up. The same old stuff. God, I’m so fed up. It gets to the point when you can’t do anything. You can’t think any more. You can’t remember anything. You don’t feel anything. You can’t even get angry any more. You just lie on your bed all day staring into space. Then the lights go out and you stare at the darkness. The lights come on. The empty lift comes down. The day passes. The empty lift goes up. The lights go off. I try to keep thinking, but the more I concentrate, the more confusing it gets. What am I doing? Thinking. Thinking? What’s that? Thinking? How does that work? I think about that and my head starts spinning. It gets worse.
