War.

So after talking with others, looks like I'm going to be here for a while. Room 205's looking to be my new home from here on out. Fun. Found this journal on the table next to it, figure I might as well pass the time writing.

Wish I had a damn clue what's going on. Nobody thinks being outside is anything to worry about. People are talking about exorcising ghosts and coming back from the dead and magical islands kidnapping people and stealing their memories like they were going to the cafeteria to pick up food. We've gone past the point of creepiness and well into the realm of disturbing here.

( [Still public, as she hasn't learned about filters, just tl;dr] )