"I want to turn the Telescreen off." The words just escaped my mind, not said aloud, thankfully. Still I was appalled with myself, and deathly afraid for my life. Shocked, I just couldn't believe that I'd committed horrible ThoughtCrime against the beloved party. I was worried all week that the Thought Police may arrest me and take me to the dreaded Room 101. I'd only heard of it while conversing with friends at my great job at MiniPlenty. Now that I'm thinking, I can't recall who those guys were or what happened to them. Yet still, the thought of punishment for what I'd done nagged at my mind for weeks. Every two minutes' hate I was extra rowdy toward our enemy Eastasia (or was it Eurasia, I cannot recall) but I was still worried. I didn't dare speak of it with even those I trusted most, because the Thought Police could be anywhere. "It's annoying. May it end already?" Even worse now, I knew the Telescreens never ended their broadcasts, they never turned off. Why was I thinking these thoughts? WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?! WHY CAN I NOT FULLY LOVE THE PARTY! I wanted to scream this aloud in my room, but the Thought Police may hear, so I did not. Sleep did not happen for months. I hadn't committed ThoughtCrime in such a long time, but the nagging feeling of dread was ever present. "What if they catch me? What if I shall be subject to Room 101? Why can't I just overthrow them?!" I had done it again, there was just no hope for me, and I couldn't believe my thoughts were becoming so horrid. I wanted to love the party, I hated our enemy so much during hate week and the two minutes' hate. However, I did not want to hate, I wanted to love. I wanted to love the party, and try to forget the ThoughtCrime. The days went on, and on, and on some more. The days brought one thing to me: hate. Not hate for Eurasia, but hate for The Party. ThoughtCrime then because spoken as I ran into the streets, hurling sentences of obscenities and hate for The Party. I was taken away to somewhere (prison, Room 101, we may never know) but I was strangely content. The truth was out, my truth was out. I hate The Party, and there's nothing anyone could do about that.