Entry 18. It’s really consuming me that I can’t tell if it’s night or day. They don’t let us go outside. So, sometimes, I just count seconds for a while. The most I did was 1257. I feel like a kid. I can’t do anything without asking permission. All the doors are locked. The food is shit. I’m fucking starving all the time. I think I’ll die here. I don’t belong in this hol3. The guy with the crazy look beat me up again yesterday when I was in the bathroom. I had to spend all my money on the stupid pen I’m using to write. I don’t get any visit. It’s not allowed here. Just a bunch of monsters in a cage that feed on the weak. It’s not real. It can’t be.