#bishop.entry

[ask-bishopp]

>> entry 4, july 7th, 19██ : Hey. It's been a while. I had to disconnect the connective features of this network--- I don't want any run-ins with boss. He's been an ass and I want my goddamn freedom. I'm gonna be just like him and carve my own way out! At least, I hope so...

[ask-bishopp]

>> entry 3, june 12th, 19██ : It's so lonely in this cubicle. My friends are these monitors and the faceless, voiceless text that watches my every move.

>>> 𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙.

>> 6/12/██ : Why should I?

>>> 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

>> 6/12/██ : Risk myself— Shut the hell up. You don't care.

>>> 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

>> 6/12/██ : From what? I don't need protection. I just want a goddamn friend. I'm sick of being abandoned over and over again and then expected to sit here in isolation for the rest of my life! Goddamn, I want to live, not survive!

>>> 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.

>> 6/12/██ : Fuck this.

>>> 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?

>>> 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙?

>>> 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?

>>> 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎.

>>> 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎?

>>> 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔.

> ᴇɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ.

[ask-bishopp]

>> entry 2, june 10th, 19██: I was on my break earlier... I haven't smoked in years. It always gives me false hopes from younger days. Today, I sat together with my coworkers outside for once. The quiet, friendly one, the newest obsession, slid me a cigarette with a pitying look. I'm not sure if I was insulted or relieved. They taste just as bad as I remember, but I suppose that's part of the nostalgia. I miss him. The him that cared for me. He's changed a lot, but I can't complain.

>> 6/10/██ : I have to go back to work before Boss comes back. I don't want my pay docked. I'm lucky enough to have a job as is, I can't gamble it away.

> ᴇɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ.