Hours since launch: 1720
Day of travel: 72
I never thought it possible to miss a hunk of rock. But it miss it, I miss Earth.
I miss proper gravity. I miss proper food. I miss my old house. I miss the sky. I miss plants. I miss dirt. I miss animals. I miss silence. I miss TV. I miss being still. I miss books. I miss cars. I miss the internet. I miss shops. I miss parks. I miss the beach. I miss roller-coasters. I miss swimming. I miss Earth.
I told myself I wouldn't let this happen. I swore that I could ignore the fact that I left everything I've ever known. But you know what? I can't.
What the hell am I doing here? Why the hell did I sign up for this?
I can keep asking myself these questions. I can keep wishing I could rewind the clock. But whether I continue with this or get on with my life, I can't go back. I knew that. I always knew that.
But it doesn't take away the fact that I miss Earth.
- C Velour
P.S. Sorry, no smiley face today.
A/N: So this is probably the shortest log I've written so far. Does this story feel like it's jumping all over the place or is it okay? Please hit the little star to vote and feel free to give me any feedback :)
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Science FictionThere use to be eight of us. Five years we spent away from Earth. Away from the rest of the human race. But now there's just one. Me.
