Entry of a stranded person no. 3

#3

I hate this life ('this' refers to the real one). It's filled with morons and noises and noises made by those morons. It's filled with the idea that a person's social status directly correlates with the amount of friends they have in Facebook. With people spending hours doing nothing but staring at a computer screen and then worrying about future and not being able to have one while they still manage to do nothing in the present. People typing 'LOOOOL' (which I must also admit to) when 'LOL' stands for 'Laughing out loud', ridiculously 'LOOOOL' must then be translated to 'Laughing out out out out loud'. Grr.

Entry of a stranded person no. 2

#2

The end is nearing. I can feel it. Today as I explored further into this seemingly endless land, the ground beneath me shook. I've always felt that since I got here; small vibrations beneath my bare feet as if wanting to shake me back or an angry roar from the burning core of the planet. But this time was different. I can feel it.

Entry of a stranded person no. 1 (an unsubtle metaphor)

#1

I don't know why I've let it go this far. The island that surrounds me acts as a barrier against the world. The real world. I don't understand how this isn't real if the burning grains of sand I touch that laces through my fingers feel just as real as the rigid concretes of my old life.