This is hopeless. I feel that there is something missing in my life; I just don’t know what. Right now I feel trapped. There is no way out. I’ve looked everywhere. There’s not sign of light anywhere. It’s so dark. If I cannot get out, came anyone come in? I don’t know. I’m really scared now. I can’t breathe.
I don’t think anyone can hear me. They don’t know I’m here. Something’s wrong. I must stop crying. I need to calm down. I can’t do it. Someone help me, please. I give up. I can’t survive here for long. No one understands. Why must I be locked up in this stupid box? How did I even get here? It’s cold in here, or is it just because it’s dark. I’m sorry. I really am. I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry. Let me out. What did I do? I’m sorry. Is this a test, because I don’t want to take it? I have to get out. Just breathe. Relax. I can’t. This is ridiculous. I’m officially freaked out right now. You can let me out now. Is anyone even there? I don’t want to die alone. Maybe I’m not supposed to get out. Maybe I am not supposed to get out. Maybe I am supposed to die here, alone. Apparently, there’s nowhere to go. There’s no way out. I cannot see anything. Is anyone there? Someone answer, please. Seriously though, it’s getting harder to breathe. I have to get out. Help, please? I’m sorry. I can’t get out. There is nothing more I can do. I’ve tried, but it’s too late. I’m never getting out. I give up. I don’t know if I can last until my birthday. I don’t even know if I can make it past Thanksgiving. That’s not a very long time. It’s about a week from now. I’m sorry, again I’m not sure what I did or said, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry to anyone I’ve ever hurt. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry. I really am. I’m sorry. I love you all. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.