Day 1800
This journal is cool, pog. Should I call this bedrock cage my 'home'? What is home, there's so many different variations of the word home. Home..
Day 1801
My legs hurt, I cant even see them. Are they there? I hear screams from my fellow moles, I try to go to them but I'm meant by a wall of nothing.
Day 1802
I cant hear anything anymore. Am I going insane? I must be, only insane people say that. My only hope is this journal. When will the god be back
Day 1803
My legs are numb, I'm starving. Will I see light again?
Day 1804
No sign of anyone today, just plain loneliness.
Day 1805
Thinking about writing a communist manifesto
Day 1806
God is close, I heard him say 'I dig therefore I am' But I dont dig, who am I?
Day 1807
The walls are my friend, they are the ones that talk to me. Are they real?
Day 1808
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Day 1809
What is freedom? hehe no such thing, right?
Day 1810
My ears are ringing, I guess that's ok since I cant hear the screams anymore
1810?
Didn't cry today
Day 1811
That's a lie
Day 1812
My thoughts are getting to me, I need sunlight
Day 1813
I only own stacks of dirt, that's my only food
Day 1814
I found a worm in the dirt, his name is bob
Day 1815
I wanna see my friends, agent if he's still alive
Day 1816
Why did I choose the bedrock cage of death, there's no difference just one is longer and painful
Day 1817
Pain
Day 1818
I'm not even sure if I will be remembered
Day 1819
They aren't real
Day 1820
Is anything real?
Hope, something thats forgotten in history
YOU ARE READING
What is freedom?//Blop
HorrorDay 1877 I was instructed to write in this journal, im in a bedrock cage whats next Day 1878 My legs have gone numb, are they there?
