It has 36 days since I last left the house, I have forgotten what fresh air feels like. This is my life. This is privacy. The mailman... he is a government spy, I am sure of it. I have run out of food and due to being too afraid to leave my room, I have resorted to drinking my own urine for water. This is how I know no one is invading my privacy. My family... they are working for the government, I'm sure of it. No one can be trusted. This is my sanctuary. With only my laptop and a crumb of a Reeses Peanut Butter Crumb, I go on day to day. Living. I survive. I am the last person on this earth who truly has privacy. I don't like it when people invade my privacy, I am highly protective of my space. I fear my time is running out , though. Urine cannot be recycled forever. I have two days left, max. Let this post be a testament to what it truly means to be private. The world shall know of my sacrifice.
