Solitaire (story I started working on a while ago)

DAY 1
I don’t know why you’ve put me in here put I sure as hell don’t appreciate it. Hell, I don’t even know who you are or if you’re even going to read this, but no one has responded to me for the last whenever amount of time I’ve been in here for, yelling at the walls and ceiling to let me out. You have some nerve I’ll say. I was just minding my own business last night, walking home from the bar, and that’s the last thing I remember before waking up in here. Seeing as I didn’t ask to be here and I don’t know what here is, I’m assuming I was taken here. I don’t know what you plan on doing to me but I’d certainly like to be let out and I’m pretty damn sure you have no legal defense in keeping me here! And give me back my clothes and things, too!
DAY 2 (no entry)
DAY 3
So, I’m still here. Have to say I’m not happy about that. I figured you would of at least responded to what I wrote you, rather than just taking it you inconsiderate shit. Speaking of, it’d be nice to have a fucking toilet in here as I’m sure you’ve noticed. In fact, I know you have because I’ve woken up the last two days to a room completely devoid of the waste and what not that I’d made in it. I do appreciate that it’s being cleaned out of here, but I still have to deal with the stink until the next day and it’s not as if you’ve given me much to distract myself from it. I can’t even imagine how you get in and out of here; else I’d of given it a try by now. The only activity you’ve really made available to me is writing, so I guess that’s what I’ll do.
Not all that sure what to write about though. Ranting at you doesn’t seem to be doing me any good. Don’t really no much about anything but myself so I guess I’ll write a sort of journal or autobiography. Guess I could describe my surroundings seeing as most stories and things start that way. Well, you’ve certainly gone out of you’re way to make that part of this simple and boring. I’m in a smallish square room with no apparent entrance or windows or any markings whatsoever on the ceiling, walls, or floor. It’s just plain white. On the ceiling is a fluorescent lightbulb that never seems to turn off. The ceiling itself is actually pretty high up; makes the room into a cube now that I look at it.