Well...

Well.. I looked out my window this morning as it slowly rained. I wondered if this is all the freedom I'd ever have. It isn't an exaggeration to say I feel like I will die in my head. Here to be, here to gray in a tower filled distopian of what could be my outlook, but is my grave. I don't even know how to think anymore. I can barely even exist. All I can process is dilapidated hope.