My stupid camera phone broke. I don't know how the hell this phone stays charged, either. I've been wondering around the halls looking for service and I still can't shake this feeling. I'm tired now. Everyday I'm forced to hunt rats that manage to scurry outside the upper lvls. Look, I'm scared. I didn't think any of this was really real. My phone last says I made a call over 5 years ago, but that can't be right? Right ......right .....ugh idk anymore. Things are getting fuzzy. I've lost vision in my left eye and I've been following these symbols on the wall, "WC". There isn't a bathroom either, which I thought it was. Instead it lead me through this maze with messages on the wall. Sometimes I think it's me leaving these messages. They feel so familiar and I don't know, something is off with me. Some days I'm not hungry, others I can't control the rage of being so hungry. I hear these noises coming from the steel door. I know I've went there but everytime I remember stepping through the door I wake up back in the room I started. I know it's the room cause I wrote the "WC"on the wall to follow, or as a marker to remember what I was doing. Everything smells like damp carpet and iron. I can hear a constant echo of a TV or a radio static buzzing. I think it's those gear head things that I ran from. I had managed to sneak up on it once but the buzzing got louder and louder the closer I went. The "WC" signs seems to take me on the same path with each accompanying a message with directions, or i guess you can call em words of encouragement. Like walk, don't walk, count to 30 seconds, take two steps back, hide. And finally the steel door is the way out. The way out ... If only... I haven't bathed in a while; I can smell myself. My hands look like someone else's. My voice, well I haven't really had anyone or anything to speak about. There was the this one time I saw a girl. She had clipped in here but before I could scream she immediately started panicking and fainted. I tried to get to her but the walls started to change and the floor soon began to bleed. And then I fainted. When I woke up I was back in my room, the "WC" Room. Could I have really been here for 5 years? Why can't I remember my name? Why is my eye missing? Where is that noise coming from the noise? The noise, the noise... Always the same thing over and over ...__... Beep beep beep boopboopboop beep beep beep Everyday the same noise. My nose bleeds and my hands are trembling. I don't have much to hold on to here. My head, my mind still set on home. I may be physically stuck in the back room, but I'm home and free in my head. I want go home. I just wish I remembered what home was like. What do I even look like anymore? My tattered clothes and broken soles are anything to go by. I obviously look like shit. Hahaha I hope I can post this without service or connection to the web. The phone is stuck on this reddit chat.. nowhere to turn to for help other then here. I know it seems fake, but the backrooms are real. My life, my only sense of existence has been these halls ever changing ever growing. I'm getting tired now. I hope you all have a safe journey, I hope you all find peace. Cause all I want is to be home. Is there a time way out and is going deeper in the backrooms the answer? I won't know, if I just sit here and write by I feel so weak and tired. I think imma close my eyes for a moment.....yeah only a moment.