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tear_it_up's InsaneJournal:
| Thursday, July 8th, 2010 | |
| 3:56 pm | Journal: Second Entry There's a carnival today... I found a ticket in my journal. I... I really don't know if I want to go. Has... anyone seen any animals around here? Like... insects, or, mice, or... rats... anything? If it's not too much trouble... tell me if you see any. |
| Saturday, June 19th, 2010 | |
| 10:49 pm | Journal: First Entry Hi! I'm your new pal Wil You probably all hate me alre Can anyone read this? I woke up with this journal, and I I can't do this. I can't do this. Current Mood:  anxious |
| Friday, June 18th, 2010 | |
| 4:07 pm | PLACEHOLDER ENTRY EVERYTHING PRIOR TO, AND INCLUDING, THIS JOURNAL ENTRY IS UNREADABLE BY EVERYONE NOT IN MANAGEMENT. PLEASE AND THANK YOU, HAPPY GAMING. |
| Thursday, December 17th, 2009 | |
| 4:23 am | Journal: Third Entry Just from what I've been reading... this is... this is pretty sick, isn't it? Everyone is so out-of-control. No one has any idea if they're going to live or die. Everyone is really... really scared? Right? ( Private to Self ) |
| Saturday, October 10th, 2009 | |
| 5:43 pm | Journal: Second Entry The church... I ended up going to the church and there's a cell, with two little folding beds in it. It reminds me of a jail cell or a room in an insane asylum. I don't like it, it gives me the creeps. I like the little folding beds, though, so I think I'll take one out into the main church area and sleep on it. On a bed. Like a human being. So people are writing about things that are written on their hands or their arms? Well, I've got nothing like that. I hope you're all happy, leaving me out like this. Current Mood:  aggravated |
| Friday, October 2nd, 2009 | |
| 1:00 pm | Journal: First Entry I don't know what town this is. I don't know why I'm here. Mother can't have sent me, she died about a week ago. I don't think she can still do that... and I know that Mr. Martin can't... he's really dead. I still can't believe it. He's really dead. He got what he deserved. Is it wrong for me to think... to think that I deserve happiness? After everything? After all those years of being pushed around, and... and really lonely? A real loser? "The meek shall inherit the earth." The problem is that the strong never die unless all the weak band together, and even then they usually don't have the courage to. I haven't seen any rats. I miss Socrates. I guess I'm really alone. Even Ben is gone. Current Mood:  depressed |