journal ♖ 001 ♖ intro
I'm so not the type to write journals.
What the fuck is this place? Why I can't do... anything? And who the hell does this weird guy think he is, saying he's created me? He's no God, I can tell that.
Seriously, this town looks like from old horror movies. You know those fake TV lives they created and aired on television after the war, in 50ies? Creepy. Totally not my favourite era of American TV.
And my room... do they expect me to live here? Not the worst case scenario, but, really, do I look like a college boy to anyone? And two beds mean - a room-mate? Hah, I'd love to see that happening. Only, no, I really wouldn't.
I wonder why am I even given this journal. Is it supposed to make me feel better, or something? Like a schoolgirl, who needs to put her feelings on a paper after she's been rejected by her true and only love? Oh, can this place be even more like in a bad old-time movie?
What the fuck is this place? Why I can't do... anything? And who the hell does this weird guy think he is, saying he's created me? He's no God, I can tell that.
Seriously, this town looks like from old horror movies. You know those fake TV lives they created and aired on television after the war, in 50ies? Creepy. Totally not my favourite era of American TV.
And my room... do they expect me to live here? Not the worst case scenario, but, really, do I look like a college boy to anyone? And two beds mean - a room-mate? Hah, I'd love to see that happening. Only, no, I really wouldn't.
I wonder why am I even given this journal. Is it supposed to make me feel better, or something? Like a schoolgirl, who needs to put her feelings on a paper after she's been rejected by her true and only love? Oh, can this place be even more like in a bad old-time movie?