What liberty really means (unfinished)

Epilogue

How can I get out of here? How would even my life improve if I do? Is it really that good outside to sink myself and try to leave this dingy creepy place? "They" say it isn't, at all.

My first years of life were outside of this stuff, so, I can barely remember what is outside of here, what I can remember is that life wasn't tough, in fact it was pretty cool. I had my parents, and my brother. At least, that's what I can remember, there I was loved, I had a place where I could sleep, and most importantly; liberty...

Liberty... that has always been an interesting word for me, do you know why? Because that thing does not exist for me I have never experimented with real liberty: when I was younger because I wasn't mature enough to understand it, and now, because I can't leave this place...

"They" also usually say that liberty doesn't exist, that we don't have real freedom, none of us has it; rich people poor people, the prettiest person that you know, the ugliest one, wealthy people, or the ill people doesn't have it, so, why I would want lo leave out of here if I'm not going to be free anyways?

As I said, I currently live in a kind of prison, in which I have a bed, a TV, some books and some videogames, so I'm not bored at all. I spend all my time playing simulation games, so I can feel that fake feeling of freedom: going shopping, talking with some people, going to school... In general, quotidian things that you might find as boring, but for me are instants that are full of happiness.

If I'm not playing video games, I'm reading books, if not, I'm sleeping, and if not, I'm just imagining what would be a life with that fake freedom that you, the reader, have.

Oh, what rude of me, not presenting myself: I'm Lara, I am around 20 years old, but honestly, I have no idea, days here are like decades, so maybe I'm 20, maybe I'm not. Who knows?

I can't see my reflection in a mirror, I actually didn't even see any of them in my entire life. But I can see it on my TV, I have light eyes, something like blue or green I guess. I have curly brown hair, and I think I'm so pretty, but I don't have anyone to compare me with so I don't really have a cool reference.

You would maybe be asking "How do you know writing if you have passed your entire life trapped?". And that has a simple answer; "They" trapped me here when I was 4 years old, so I had basic comprehension skills. Moreover, I learned lots of new words by reading all day.

That's all for today, see you tomorrow my dear diary-1st day of my diary