I sobbed all night long. The spacious, comfortable bed is insufficient to ease my suffering. It was almost three in the morning when I stopped. The timepiece indicates this. My tears had dried up because I was feeling so depleted and exhausted.
I thought while staring at the bangle on my wrist. I worked so hard to get it off my wrist, but I was unsuccessful. I became more irritated because I believed he had put something on me that was impossible to remove without his help. A tool resembling a screwdriver caught my eye. That is definitely the only way to get rid of this.
I'm powerless to do anything other than gaze at the city lights. Funny how I feel so tangled even though I am completely unobserved in this room. So constricted. I'm not sure what kind of configuration we have. But
