The feeling of opression had never felt so strong in me before. More and more, I feel that I have been confined in the walls of frustration and boredom.

I like the way C describes the situation. I have been playing far too long in the graveyard. Alongside the ghouls that have been slowly sapping the life force in me. Instead of numbing to the effects of the virus, letting the infection runs it course. I find myself having that deep urge to want to purge poison in me. I do not want to be another ghoul wandering around infecting others.

I have the greater yearning for simplicity and stability. Things have means of warping into the most complex form this little yard I play in. An elementary task could convolute into something so complex that the initial objectives become totally obscure. Instead of making things easier, the ghouls have the inclination towards elaborate forms.

I have been told that immensity impresses the small minds. Somehow, I am crowded by myopism that could never see past tomorrow.