I am counting. Counting, counting, counting, until it has gone. I just think, when am I going to get out of this accursed place. I was put in jail for attempted suicide. I don't know why that is a thing to be put in jail for. They have me under maximum security. They don't want me to commit suicide. I ask them why I'm here for I don't think I really attempted suicide, but they tell me,"You were put in jail for attempted suicide." I think to myself now. "What? That's crazy, you can't be put in jail for attempted suicide, I'm not even depressed. I am only let out of my cell 2 times a day. One time to eat. The other time to smash rocks out in the field. 790. The guards seem to whisper to me that this isn't why I'm here, or that this isn't real. I ponder and question on this when all of a sudden, the world collapses around me. There right in front of me is my cousin, Dizmal, and my girlfriend Sara. I ask them what's going on and they tell me that this was a simulation to see my sanity. I freak out and then a guard comes up and knocks me out. 658. I am counting.
