by Atropha » Sat Sep 03, 2011 6:28 pm
"It's... it's this place. There's barely any good left in it. It grinds you down. I tried to stay true to myself, hoped I'd find a way back soon or that you'd find me. But when weeks turned into months I had to survive somehow and that became the only thing that really mattered... Even if you want to do the right thing you end up having to stoop to their level at some point. And then there's just... there's something in the air here. I'm sure you felt it up there. Something that's just 'wrong'."