I can hear the sound of my own breath in the darkness. It's like someone's trying to tell me a secret, but all they're saying is "inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale". I'm starting to lose my mind.
I tried to watch a movie, but the TV just kept playing the same 10 minutes of static over and over. I'm starting to think it's not just the TV, it's the universe itself, trying to drive me mad.
I found a piece of paper on the floor with "Help" scribbled on it in what I'm pretty sure is my own handwriting. I'm not sure what it means, but it's definitely not helping.
I've been trying to ration my food, but all I have left is a can of beans. I'm starting to think that's just what the universe is trying to tell me: that I'm a bean.
Maybe I'll just go outside. Maybe the fresh air will clear my head. Or maybe I'll just sit here and wait for the walls to close in.
Want to see more of my isolation diaries? Check out:
Day 2: The Walls are Closing In Further or Day 4: The Walls are Now a Physical Presence.
