19th November.
It's hard; sitting in this dark, empty room all by myself. Everytime I thought it would be better, finally it's gonna be brighter, it gets darker and darker. Until at some point I can't even see my own two hands, I can't feel my own two feet. I am numb. Paralyse would be better to hear.
I lose hope. There won't be any light coming in any time closer.
Who would do such a terrible thing to me? An enemy, perhaps? I don't have any idea who the person might be. Wait, or maybe... I locked myself up. I am the enemy. I locked myself up in a dungeon nowhere near town, nowhere near lights.
p/s : I don't want people to think I'm weak, because I'm trying so hard to be tough; to look tough