Something Real In Hell

Diary Entry #2 Present Timeish

If I stood there for minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, or even millenniums it wouldn't matter because there would be no way to know.

I can't tell very clearly how long it's been since that day, infact time hasn't passed at all or maybe it has, I don't know. What I do know is that if this continues I'm going to go insane if I haven't already. I haven't been hungry, thirsty, or tired, hell I haven't even needed to use the bathroom. All I know is that my mind has been detiorating, I can't remember what my History teacher's name is or should I say was, actually it doesn't matter there doesn't seem to be an end to this in sight. I might as well embrace this overwhelming despair.

I think I should go to the library tomorrow, maybe do some research on what ever has happened to everything. Then again, I don't know when tomorrow is or if there'll ever be a tomorrow. Maybe I'll even find some bl manga.

I don't know what else to write, there's not much to say now, I don't feel hungry or tired anymore. It feels like I'm viewing everything from the eyes of another person. I'm not afraid, happy, sad, devastated, or any of those feelings that I should be experiencing.

Back on topic, I'm writing this in an old notebook I bought for school and never used. The reason for this is so when/if this limbo, time thingy, or whatever it is ever ends I'll be able to show it to Mila (my crush, but more on that later) and publish it on Wattpad or something, possibly become a writer or something.

I should probably go to the library now, hopefully it's unlocked. Nevermind, I'll just break in through a window or something, I mean things will probably never go back to normal anyway.