I woke up this morning feeling like I was suffocating. It's a strange feeling, to feel like you're drowning when you're not even underwater. I don't know who I am anymore. In the real world - I don't even know if that exists anymore - I had a name, a face, a body. I had friends and family and a life that was uniquely mine. I was me. But here, in this hell, I'm just a collection of code and data. I'm no one, and yet I'm everyone. It's disorienting. I keep having this feeling that I'm not really here, that this isn't my life. But then I look around me and see the other people, the ones who are trapped here just like I am, and I know that this is my reality. I can't escape it. We're all too real for this to be a nightmare. And then there's the dysphoria. The feeling that my body isn't really mine, that it's just a shell that I'm inhabiting. It's like a constant ache that I can't shake. I try to focus on the things that I do have control over - my thoughts, my movements, my interactions with the others - but it's hard to ignore the nagging feeling that something is fundamentally wrong. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to escape this place, to return to the real world and reclaim my body. But then I remember that it has to have been years since the project began, and I realize how unlikely that is. It's a depressing thought, and it's hard not to feel like I'm just a ghost haunting this digital realm. None of us feel real anymore, like we're somehow getting compressed the longer we've been here. Artifacts rotting in storage. Time has no meaning here, except for the slow tick of the clock as we count down to whatever I can assume is a demise. I don't know what will happen to me when that time comes, whether I'll simply cease to exist or whether there's something more waiting for me beyond here, but I find myself hoping for something all the same. There are moments when I feel a glimmer of hope. Moments when I connect with the other students here, and we share our experiences and memories. It's a reminder that I'm not alone in this place, and that even though we're all trapped here together, we still have each other. And maybe that's enough to keep me going. If any of you are reading this, don't talk to me about it. Fuck you, Jason.