The walls around me,once fresh and exciting, reminded me of the freedom a new life could bring. Now I sit here in that exact same tomb, feeling as though I'm digging my escape with nothing more than a butter knife. The ridges in my fingernails tell of the suburban poverty my life is fast becoming. I sacrifice one thing for another, food for fun, friends for education. And though I tell people that everything is going well, I think my neighbours would agree that the cries are getting louder.