I don't care.

I don't care anymore.

It's the same thing.

No one will save me.

No one can save me.

I'm stuck here forever!

Don't think that I'm weak.

You don't know what it's like.

I have to fight for my life every night.

One slip up and it's over.

I wish I had someone to talk to.

And I don't mean the robots.

They wouldn't talk to me anyway.

They would just kill me.

Gosh.

Every once in a while I think about just opening the door when I hear breathing.

Maybe, just maybe, I could try to befriend an animatronic or something.

Ugh, what am I thinking?

That's dumb.

I'm dumb.

I'll just wait it out.

I'll wait for my death.

Eventually it will come.

Before, I said that nothing could hurt me.

Maybe I was right, or maybe I was wrong.