I know that whatever I say will not be heard, therefore I have restrained myself from calling for help and have understood the concept of no return. I have accepted the fact that I am stuck in this desolate place and have no more prospect of ever escaping unless the creator of my prison will be benovolent and generous enough to let me out... *sigh*... the circumstance of which is nearly impossible. I have resigned myself to my dreary fate. I can no longer tell where I am in time or space as I am in concept blind; there is no light in this prison. I am writing this message as a documentation of my time here with hope that someone will help me. I have accepted that I will never get out, and most likely will never get heard. Its just maddeding, the prospect.