DAY 242 I'VE STOPPED TELLING THE DIFFERENCE OF ALL THINGS BEING LOCKED IN A ROOM WITH NO WAY OF GETTING OUT AND NOTHING ELSE THAN A NOTEBOOK AND PEN TO KEEP ME CREATIVE HAVE TAKEN A TOLL ON ME I NO LONGER WISH FOR GETTING OUT BUT FOR THE SCREAMS TO STOP I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN I GET A GOOD POPORTION OF FOOD ANYMORE BUT ALL I KNOW IS I MIGHT NOT MAKE IT OUT OF THIS GODFORSAKEN PLACE
