Day 170: Sobbing seems to have wasted a full day I was sure that was a door. Maybe if I imagine hard enough....no still a wall...god I hate this place I DESPISE YOU
Day 174: As i was sleeping yesterday, the tiny boxes glued my eyes shut and painted something on my face. It feels sticky, and smells like rusted shoes.
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