Dear Diary

i'm perplexed by this metal door, human seem to freely go in and out, but yet i have yet been permitted freedom, i mean sure the big fat kids around are tempting, but i'm not ruthless killer. you see i have been contemplating what it means to be here, and i have figured it..........it's a god damn prison. three walls of just concert, and then this invisible wall, oh how i wish one of this kid was a wizard and make it disappear. of course for the millionth time someone forgets to turn off their flash to their camera, it's called a manual, read it. i usually run at the glass to scare them off, but alas they just stand there, of course than i get the full flash. i guess it's probably the same when you meet god, white light, can't see, and there is another wall, i think i'm just going to sit here and wait for my sight to return.