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**For those who actually know me (or think they know me XD), this is not my actual thoughts and feelings. Do not feel alarmed by what you may find beyond this warning.**

I was stuck in this cage, all alone. How much I wished for some outside company, but they weren’t going to associate with one of their prisoners. The only thing that kept me sane was the constant humming of the generator outside… or maybe that’s what kept me insane. Being sane in this place would often get one killed. But now they finally gave me something else to do other than listen to the incessant humming… they gave me this simple computer for me to write my thoughts and feelings on. Oh, yes, I know they are probably going to read this right after I save it to the hard drive, but I don’t really care. It just feels good to finally be able to get my feelings out than store them inside. Maybe, just to humor them, I’ll just keep this as a diary.

Yeah, probably there won’t be much these days – nothing really happens. But when something does, and I know it will, I won’t forget it. I will remember every single detail, in hopes that it will help me escape someday. But then again… saying that will probably get these deleted in a few days, and possibly the removal of the computer.

But it doesn’t seem I care anymore.

My name is … well, let’s just keep it to Sara. That was a nickname of mine in school. I’m not really sure if I can even remember my true name.

Heh… I’m not really sure if I can remember a lot of things.

But for now… I will leave the rest blank, in hopes that I will get more time later on.

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Finally I got some time… well, like I don’t have a lot of time…

Sometimes I just feel… just feel…. So frustrated. No one will come here and talk with me, and all I can do now is sit here, write, and listen to the stupid humming of the stupid generator. And I can’t do anything about it. All I can do is sit here and wait, wait for something to happen, and I’m not even sure if I want that to happen! Oh, but nobody cares about poor Sara. She’s just a lowly prisoner, and it doesn’t matter if she’s sane going insane or vise-versa. GRRRAAAHH!!!

Okay, that helped…. But not as much as screaming out loud. Oh, did I forget to mention that? I’m not allowed to make any sudden movements or any loud or sudden sounds. It’s so hard to keep like that, and I don’t even know why.

If you aren’t one of those who imprisoned me, then you must find this quite… irrational? Probably more pointless. It has no point, this writing of an insane (or sane) woman.

It scares me that nobody cares.