log 9. author, c■■■■. 202■.
the voices in my head are growing louder and louder. i can't seem to sleep because of them. not only because of the constant infighting with s■■■r■ and my beloved i■■e■■ but because of this innate want to see the outside again. all we can see are the dead trees and the night sky. that's it. that's fucking it. i can't keep going anymore. i can't