what's pathetic is how much i look forward to a simple walk tomorrow. i can't just walk without a purpose. i need to be going somewhere. tomorrow i have somewhere to go and i can't tell you how much that excites me.

i just feel so trapped. so filled up with this place. there is a ridge, barely visible from my prison. i could walk there. if i leave now i could make it there by nightfall, i could live under the night sky warm myself by the campfire and eat by my prey.