These hours seem like years...I've been staring at this wall, wondering when it's going to take all of our lives. I'm just glad we have jokes. I think way too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing; boredom is causing this loss of interest. When will I awake? Asleep... This party of four includes three grown adults and myself. The first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from conversation. (They're on a mission). Gender is not recognized. The third adult is a male and talks too much. The stench of shit is in the air... The room storms with laughter...fours turns into a hundred and the noise is unbearable. "It's time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!" I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell... I never wanted to wake to this. I hae experienced nothing, yet I feel I'm the only one who has not done harm. If only I could understand how to change things...I can't fucking think. The noise is unbearable. THE noise STOPS.