log 1(Sam)
Keep the eye contact. Don't look away. Don't. So many thoughts going through my mind. He's talking but I'm not really listening. All I heard was the word "dangerous" and it got me thinking, hell yeah, it is. It had never been so dangerous ever since I came to this fucked up place. I'm still fighting to make sense out of complete non-sense here. He has no idea. But I don't know, maybe it's just stress or insomnia, I kept staring at his eyes, as if I were on some level trying to find an answer to the question 'Why am I here?'. I'm not so sure why, but it gave me hope.