iSolation is one hell of a drug.
ive had a lot of time to think about things like fate.
i think maybe i was destined to do this.
ive been doing a lot of reading in my down time.
mostly re reading.
there arent a lot of options here.
i wonder if i left this room id find myself.
but i think this maze scares me more than my personal prison.
at least this room was made for my title.
ive been slacking there.
maybe thats why i cant seem to leave.
ive reflected on it enough to know that im trapping myself.
at this point whats the difference.
i miss my friends (coworkers? allies?).
its too late to reach out tonight though.
maybe tomorrow, ill wake up and gave an answer.
an explanation.
an apology?
at the very least ive gone rogue now.
maybe the whole point is im supposed to be finding myself?
is that why im lost?
to find myself?
but im so tired.
no more of this tonight.
goodnight.