Day 3

Where did my mother go? My father? My sister?... Did they really sacrifice their lives to protect mine? I do not feel such deep emotions of sorrow and dread, but only pain, fear, and hatred. Oh my poor knees, how they ache. That constant TV spitting exercise routines. "Reality control" in Newspeak: doublethink. What is that? This reality I live upon, the reality I breathe and eat, the pain that goes shooting down my back, is it too much? Too much for my own fragile self to handle? Such a rotting atmosphere, ready to break apart and crumble onto the people living under it. How my own body can handle such exercises i do not know. Oh what a risk my body takes writing my entitled opinions... my thought-crimes.