*Dear diary...
It has come to my conclusion that a few days has passed since yours truly was invited(forcefully) into this school (mental asylum).
Currently I reside not within the comfortable presence of my seat but locked up in this poorly made excuse of a dungeon under the school's basement courtesy of my classmates. (psychopaths)
Frankly speaking, I am now retracing everything that had ever happened in my life as I question what did I do to deserve this... Perhaps I was a world renowned war criminal in my last life or an infamous serial killer running about the streets. Though, such mysteries will never be answered.
Now you may ask, how did I, a clearly captured and tied up normal human write a diary. Which I would respond with: nay and nein. There never was a diary... everything was written and thought out inside of this little one's brain. Truthfully speaking, this one intention is to past some time inside this unclean and hazardous environment deem unsafe for living conditions...
My only regret in life is that I never ended it early. Perhaps I would have ended in a much better place though that is an answer for alternate me. For now, I'm stuck here till the unforeseen future..
Yours truly,
esThr