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I wonder if it's normal that I stay completely confused 99% of the time. I never really know what's going on or what I'm doing around here. Bleh.
Well, at least I'm starting to meet some interesting people. And... touching base with some others I never really thought I'd be okay with knowing! Life's a weird thing sometimes.
Oh yeah, and a heart. I'm pretty sure I've got one of those now, but I only just noticed it recently.
/Private
[Muttering at his journal.]
It's coming up on one month since I got here. I know there are people who have been here for ages and ages, but a month seems like a long time to me! Especially since there's never much of anything to do....
[Rustling, moving around, and the sound of something large banging into a piece of furniture.]
Frick.
Uh, anyway. Just observing. Almost a whole month already. ...Maybe I should want to leave, but I don't.
[This time, his journal is recording the tinny twanging of plucked sitar strings, as he sits in his room and plays something slow and thoughtful. He plays a couple of wrong notes here and there, but for the most part, the song seems to be ingrained into his memory.]