i wouldn't make it through a Nazi prison camp. i barely can make it through a well-fed, TV watching, cubicle imprisoned day.

i used to think i had a purpose. i don't think i ever had meaning. now i look back and i see how naive i was. how none of the **** i ever did meant anything other than to validate myself to others. and now none of that matters. nothing that i do changes anything. i feel like a tiger in a cage. you used to kill what you ate and now you just sit there and some meat gets thrown into the cage and you pace up and down until the day ends. the fire is gone.