Section 1: What has happened..

March 30th, 2010
(Parts of Section 1)
Big brother is not your friend. I do not want to believe it, but I feel that he is no help at all. I do think some people share the same..'thoughts'..as me, but, I know most do not mind him. I know I am doing a tremendous crime, but if there are no laws, I am not breaking any law. Life is as colorless as life can get. But, I try and ignore it in any way possible. But everytime I try not to think of how bad life is, I think of 'the girl'. The brown haired one that I feel is a thought police spy. I always find her staring at me. It makes me feel..wierd, in a way that I can not describe. And I always seem to hate her with so much hate, that it seems like love. Even though it feels as if most people are against others, it always sends nervous feelings through my body and I can not help but quiver.
Today was not anything special. All it was the horrible workout that sends pains throughout my body and nothing but moody feelings against the woman hosting the exercising. We saw some of the war. The war is not anything special. The days drag on. But, their was one thing that has caught my senses-the coffee. The smell, not of Victory Coffee-but coffee! The real type, that smells fresh and nothing but good and pure. The old man was a nice fellow, and he seemed to know more about 'back then' then any of us folks. But most of all I sit here and wonder of how he can keep all the memories with him. Unlike me. Of how I try to remember my mother, and myself as a child. But those memories have seemed to grow old with my age, and faded away, to the point where they seemed they have never happened.
-Winston