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{OOC: Handwriting is smaller than usual, somewhat shaky.}I have not been feeling well recently. Not since shooting down one of those small bottles and finding that glowing shard inside it ( Read more... ) -
//EIGHT.
[OOC: handwriting is shaky, slightly messier than usual]
I woke to a horrible nightmare this morning. I-
I don't even want to think about it any more.
I'm now wearing a bright red armour which just won't come off. I assume this is similar to the incident with the sunglasses. And also, an odd device which has a trigger ( Read more... ) -
//SEVEN.
...I woke up with sunglasses attached to my head a few days ago, and they only just disappeared this morning ( Read more... ) -
//SIX.
This is-
I-
I'm a teenager again. My hair was longer when I woke up this morning, and I feel.. so awkward. It's strange, I feel... uncertain? A bit unsure of myself... -
//FIVE.
After two days of that trauma, I have finally returned to my original form, although I highly doubt it'll be permanant ( Read more... ) -
//FOUR.
...At least I'm not the only one going through this.
I wonder how on earth young children cope with their... physical limitations. I now have to take twice as many steps to cover the same distance that I would as an adult. -
//THREE.
I have managed to obtain a job as a medic; something compels me to serve and be of use to the community.
Looking through the recent entries that other people have been writing, it seems that loss is a recurring theme in our dreams. Maybe that is the reason why we are here, to regain what we have lost. -
//TWO.
I think I now understand what the recent entries other people have been writing refer to ( Read more... ) -
//ONE.
It seems that getting a job is in order.
Does anyone have any recommendations or information regarding this?
Writing into a journal asking for help is completely idotic.
[OOC: Strikes still legible, if you look hard enough.] -
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She was lost ( Read more... )