Written by Jacob Ibrag
I’m stuck. Thirty days in and I’m shit
out of luck. These people see right through
me. Lying. Cheating. Figured it was my only
way in this game. They see it. So do all of you
watching from home. Please remember that this
isn’t who I really am. It’s this game. It converted
us into something. Caricatures. You have to be
a certain way and right now I’m the big bad wolf.
I’m hungry for blood, need to keep moving on.
This isn’t who I am. It’s reality TV. This isn’t
me. It’s reality. Just TV. This is me.