Everything is so— complicated here. Sometimes I.. miss? My old life? Being told what to do felt correct. Now that I’m on my own I.. don’t know exactly how to live like the rest of them know how to.
I was made to help.
Not to live.
And now, especially with.. him. Being here— and apparently talking to someone I hold dear?? I just.. can’t. I can’t do anything to help! Not against him he’ll.. oh lord. I don’t even want to picture that.
I’ve been cooped up in this area—that I will not name for my safety—just staring at the wall? It’s not even an interesting wall. Jagged, sure, I like counting each edge I can spot, but besides that it’s.. not much.