Door.

I believe in life when one door closes, another will open. But what is actually happening now is the walls are closing on me and in this very room, there is one door that refuses to freaking open.

Both literally and metaphorically.

Emotionally, I'm incredibly incapable. It's true. I'm starting to cave in. There's no food supplies and I'm hungree.

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*can somebody pop by Armadale and rescue us? We're locked up in our apartment. Bring pizza. You will be handsomely rewarded.