I’m crying a lot. I’m a fucking slave. There’s no freedom for me in this horrible world. I feel so horrible.

But I. Can’t. Leave. Without my uniform. I need the uniform. I need the uniform. I don’t know how to get the money to buy it (hell maybe I’ll go offer myself in the streets, although they pay a misery) but I need the uniform. I need it before I die. I need it, it’s the only thing that ties me here. It’s the only thing that will prove me I’ve made it, and that I can leave.

I’m still crying, but nobody cares.