I’m in a dark place where no light can penetrate. I can’t find an exit, a means of escape. I am trapped. I am alone. And in the beginning, I fought against it. I screamed and I clawed and I hoped. But as time passed, my voice grew weak and my fingers began to bleed and any hope I clung to withered to nothing. I fight no longer, for there is no purpose. There is no way out, no happy ending for someone like me, and the sooner I accept that, the better. So the darkness can swallow me, and I won’t protest. I have given up.