upon realizing that I was locked in a room for the entire duration of my stay yesterday, I completely panicked... I can't stand the idea of not having the option of leaving somewhere and the more I thought about the fact that I COULDN'T leave the room the more trapped I felt, other stresses probably contributed, but I got to the point of being near tears and having trouble breathing before someone finally dropped a crate full of supplies right behind me and shook me out of it
“The good are innocent and create justice. The bad are guilty, which is why they invent mercy.” -Terry Pratchett
I'm not anywhere near the person I thought I'd be two years ago. I thought I'd be much more involved in the community, I thought I'd care about issues, and I thought I'd be on my way to making art or writing or something. Turns out I'm just not that person, at least not with what's going on around here.