Entry: vortex 8/3/2007

Its been almost ten years. They say it has always been this, this... convoluted; this messy. Yet they survive. How is it possible?

I had wanted out barely two months after I got in. Yet I was convinced that I can develop, that I can grow and keep up. I stayed.

But I didn't grow up. For six months I didn't grow up. Why?

All these dreams. All the thick idealism.

(I thought I belonged here)

I want out.

How do I get out?

(and whom do I offer to the sacrificial altar?)

(in my place...)


Editor's note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarites to any persons or organisations present, past or future is purely artistic and coincidental.


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