My favorite spot in the apartment isn't even in a room. I don't really understand it. It's just I never really understood the purpose of staying inside a room, imprisoned from the realities of another prison. It's like a Matryoshka prison.

Sometimes, I prefer to just sit by the window. Just watch the time pass by, and see the metropolis in action. Sometimes, I make up names for the people I see, just for the fun of it. It's nice to just feel that you know people, when, in fact, you don't.

You see, I'm not that very good with people. It's just...tiring, trying to make yourself feel presentable to other people who'd like nothing more than to use you. 

I think I'm a little bit too cynical. That's probably to be expected. I've had a little bit of a horrible day. 

Maybe that's why I spend too much time here. Too many horrible days? Just watch people walk around the streets and forget about everything! 

At least, that's what my mind's telling me at the moment. 

I mean, I got nothing to do except to get ready for the next round at the Thunderdome. 

Least I got this.

*muffled crunch of foil wrapper*

Some little piece of chocolate. Just a regular Hershey's bar I got from the market. 

I was saving this for the weekend, but whatever. It's an emergency! I guess I could relax and take a few bites.

*muffled opening sounds*

*muffled cursing as weak chicken arms failed to open foil*

*sudden displacement of air*

Huh. I'm amazed it didn't break.

I'll just take a quick bite...

*muffled crack*

Wow.

This stuff tastes pretty good.

I'll have another one...