beri

oh. mother's day was a few days ago. is there, like, an aunt's day? i've lost track of how long it's been. at least i got games on my phone. and a calendar!

i hear they're making me a strawpage soon... whatever that means.

see, when i was with my aunt, i wasn't alone. i was never alone. i had no opportunities to feel lonely. it was just me and her living there. her house was so big yet it made me feel so trapped. she was simultaneously overbearing and distant. i can't blame her, i suppose.

morals don't matter, anyway. who cares if i'm good or bad? i'll rot here all the same. if my body is discovered, they will never learn of my hypocrisy, nor the things i've done wrong.

is it wrong to feel a little lonely after craving solitude for so long? this is what i wanted. why aren't i happy?

it actually kind of sucks to be stuck on a floating chunk of field with pretty much nothing but this awful website. i have a few other sites on my phone, actually, but...

it's lonely out here. i still haven't gathered the courage to go into the house. i'd rather be lonely than face whatever's in there.

no train. sometimes i think i can hear it when i'm half asleep, but then again, i've never actually heard a train before.