III

"Whoever is reading this, I can understand your confusion and distress, and I sympathize with you. If it helps at all, I'm confused as well. I never thought I would get to this point, but here I am today. If you take a moment to think about it, though, not much has changed. I'm still here, between four walls, and I feel the same as I did before all of this. I suppose I owe an explanation, though. "Ever since I came here, ever since I made a life of my own, I've had a pit in my gut that I couldn't get rid of. And to this day, I'm not sure what it is. My best guess is a feeling of isolation, or hopelessness, or anger, or depression, or any other negative feeling you could think of. I just can't stand them. I have always been afraid to leave my real home, to grow up, to be independent, and over time I've realized all of my fears were correct. I've been stuck in this city working a cheap 9 to 5 for years, yet I can't name you even one of my coworkers. They're all just empty faces, husks of humans that I can't seem to get to know, despite my greatest efforts. Who knows, maybe it's because they feel the same as I do. I just wish I knew for sure."