[spoiler]Sorry for not posting for a while. I’ve been busy with stuff. School, stuff like that. Anyways, I hope you enjoy whatever “this” is. Have a wonderful day regardless! [/spoiler] (All entries before this one were written because they were personal or written out of pure boredom.) Entry 92. Four words: Reevaluating my life decisions. Yay. So, the logs were a bad decision on my part due to a few reasons: One: Been busy with “things”. Two: Too much info? Yeah. (They’re onto my four-armed friend.) Three: Also, being in space, outside the universe takes a toll on you. Four (last one.): Human contact. Dear god I need human contact! I need friends that aren’t bugs damnit! (I got human friends, but only three or five. I’m not good with humans, for “reasons.”) The main reason why I wrote this entry. Okay, so, I went to the Last City during The Dawning, I wanted to get out more, I more or less, “succeeded” in of getting out my ketch for once in about a month or so? I dunno. I lost track on how long I’ve been up in space for. Oh well. I felt happy about being in the Last City, home. I feeling anxious, but happy nonetheless, so I pressed on! Anxiety kicking in, putting my helmet on mute, and internally screaming! Loudly. The Dawning spirit! My four-armed friend talked me out of taking my helmet off. That didn’t go well.. Listen, I don’t think I’m that ugly, but, I feel people are constantly staring at me and or judging me. Mostly a mixture of the two. Also, my helmet is a “security blanket” of sorts. Truth be told, I killed many things to get that helmet. Not letting my helmet go to waste! I’m gonna cut this short. Went to a bookstore, bought a dictionary for a forgiveness gift. The guy couldn’t spell “course”, okay? It bugged me. Went to the store to buy something, I can’t remember what though. I was hoping shopping was going to be a breeze, at the time not many people were in the store. Boy, I was wrong. I was feeling uneasy, anyway, I was looking through one of the aisles for something and low and behold, my breath was beginning to shorten. Feeling nauseous, dizzy. Fun. Then someone asked me for assistance. An old woman needed help. She needed help with something that was placed on top of the aisle, I took it upon myself! A Guardian! A Warlock! Looking like she’s about die! Paler than a recently revived Scorn Stalker! I made my way on the top of the aisle shelf and got what she needed! Besides feeling like I was about to drop dead on the store floor, while shaking in fear, I felt victorious! Then I left the store. Running. (Don’t worry, I didn’t buy anything.) Anyways, after sprinting like Usain Bolt, (bolting away from the store), I called up my four-armed friend Shi-jora. I beg her to take me back on the Ketch. We leave the Last City immediately. Thank god. Wanting to cry my troubles, but alas Shi-jora wanted to show me something. Welp. I don’t know if the Last City or the Tower hate me, but then again the Vanguard do nothing and I have three M.I.A’s and was presumed dead at one point… Well.. Shi-Jora stole lab equipment. Microscopes, data, logs, and… green goo? Green goo? I tested it weeks ago and it exploded when I tested multiple liquids on it. Dear god. If this is what the Last City comes up with in their spare time… I have no words for this... Anyways. These past events took place three weeks ago. Yes. Three. Weeks. Ago. I’m too terrified to interact with my own species. I’m gonna to return the stolen equipment tomorrow. Well, I’ll try to return it... A Warlock who’s too terrified to talk to her fellow human beings… great! This won’t end well.