July 27, 2005
Well... Here I am. Just arrived at the campus. It's nice here and I really do enjoy how everything is. I can't wait to start the new year, but....
I just feel so alone, I guess. This campus is so big and new, I don't know anyone here. Everyone is a stranger.
But whatever. I'll just meet others and explore. I need to get comfortable anyways. I got back into drawing and have at least decorated the dorm a little bit (really just a little guy, I may add onto it).
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This is stupid. Why did I think this was a good idea, starting a journal? What, so I can look back at it after years have gone by? Whatever...............
*end of this entry*
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The Ink Man
General FictionIn the beginning there was nothing but white. How boring. Everywhere you looked. Up, down, left, right, forward, back. White as starlight, as a full moon, as the coldest snow. Barren and empty. Then the first ink droplet fell.
