I can sometimes hear people outside having a fun time, I get jealous that they are out there and I'm stuck in here. But in here is my world and out there is their world. I'm kind of like the people in the cave in Plato's allegory. I'm just like them trapped in a cave cut off from everybody else, like them I can't leave this place and see what is out there. The memories of outside are starting to disappear, the dark place is becoming all I know and I hate it.