I did it. I reached the door. Now, I regret everything.
Getting to the door is more difficult than I might have thought originally.
The time loop seems to repeat about every five minutes these days. It’s only a matter of time before we reach mass capacity.
It’s hard to determine a picture from a single puzzle piece.
I’ve been living the same day for days now. Maybe weeks. I don’t know.
Something big’s going to happen today. Wait.
I can’t drink my coffee. My hands are too small, and the cup is too big.
I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again.
I have a routine every morning. Had.