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—October 3rd, 2003- Sunny
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October 3rd, 3672- Omori.
Dear diary, welcome to Whitespace, where you can do almost anything! And when I say Whitespace, literally everything’s white.
In this room, I have everything I need, a tissue box, an old laptop (Yep! A cool one!), a sketchbook, a kitty. And a lightbulb.
I journal on my laptop, and I talk about my day. I can just be myself on there without worry. I usually talk about kittens, cotton candy, and hugs! I also draw kittens in my sketchbook!
My whole life here is awesome. I love being alone, where I can enjoy myself, and be who I want to be.
The only thing I’ve never done in here, well.
The door.
A long white door, made of poorly painted planks.
Anytime I walk towards it, to try to leave, my heart races, my hands sweat, and my breathing becomes labored. I get scared. Very scared.
But today, I packed up my sketchbook in a backpack I had, and put my hand on the handle, my heart started to race again, but I opened it.
68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHap8i3P4e1
