i can't even describe how i feel. i feel i am the only one who wants this to change. One minute i'm fine, the next anxious, confused and depressed. I don't know what to do with my life because i hate the way i'm living.

It's literally like were in a sims game and whatever they tell us to do we do. Like someone sitting on a computer making us work, eat, shower, and sleep. Makes rules on how to live our lives. This isn't a protector or big brother. were being controlled by a puppet master. Whatever he says goes.

Can't speak my mind

i wish someone could understand where i'm coming from. But everyone is under a spell and wouldn't take the time to listen. It's like its illegal to speak our mind

What is life outside without control?

I'm afraid of walking outside if i have to go to the store or get something for myself. Someone could tell me no and i would have to listen because that's the control they had over us.

What is life?

We are under constant surveillance. There is always someone watching over us. Why can't we just live our lives without having to worry about what someone sees.

Will it ever change?

The more and more i think about it, i become more apprehensive about hell whole i am living in. will things ever change? will society get better? When will we be living for us.

Will it ever change?

I sit and i wonder what the world will be like in 10 years. Will we be dead or alive? i write my thoughts down scared that the ones looking over me will find out. NO one can know what i'm thinking. My temperature rises as i continue to live here today.

What is love?

Everybody is for everybody here in this world. So how will we ever know what love feels like. How do we know the concept of love. The people watching us like a big brother claim they love us. or are they controlling us? the people we sleep with, is that love? or is it all an illusion. or are we being controlled by people who wish to seek love.

Real food or Fake.

The food is terrible it's like were eating jail food. Not even sure if it's cooked. But it was always better than nothing. It's not like we could really choose what to eat

Death road ?

As we walk down this long road theirs pop cans everywhere and they were empty. Its very cloudy and muggy out like we just got through a war.

No alone time

No privacy what so ever. We have to work for people who treat as if we are their peasants. With eyes watching our every move like a big brother.

Why can't we live?

We can't have fun. We can't shop, think for ourselves, or barely live our lives.  It's like were robots.