Fuck this.

I noticed Needy’s wall was pretty empty, so I took the time to colour it for her.

Hello reader! I’m backkk! EVERYONE CLAP AND DANCE!

Hello reader.
I’ve often caught Needy staring at nothing. It makes me wish I could read her mind.
If she wasn’t so good at hiding her emotions, perhaps I could.
It’s not hard to peice together thoughts when you’ve got a slab of raw emotion to work with.
But Needy doesn’t even give a smudge.
It’s unfair.
Goodnight reader.

 Good morning reader,
I woke up to find myself covered in my blankets, the nightmares returned as soon as I closed my eyes.
Hale came to my room to wake me up so I could help get the sails up, you’re only allowed to eat breakfast if you’ve done something early in the morning, and it’s become some sort of unspoken rule that Hale and I eat together in the morning.
I have an unexplainable desire for Hale, I can’t seem to shake it off, surly this will pass, I’ll have to bring it up to Luna, I’m sure she has some sort of herb to cure me of this feeling.
See you soon reader.

Ps. I’ve grown to be a rather talented artist since you’ve last seen from me. I’ll paint you a serious picture when I have the free time. - Goodbye reader.

Hello again reader, I’ve been having recurring nightmares of being in the factory, the faces of people I use to, almost like, where dead around me. Every way I turn theres always a pair of haunting red eyes following me, And from the shadows I can see snarling fangs dripping blue blood. I haven’t been able to figure out what this nightmare means yet, but it’s been finding me in my sleep more and more often, I’m considering in telling Luna or Needy about them, but somehow, that doesn’t seem right. I’ll keep them to myself for now, but I don’t want to be sleeping alone anymore. I can almost feel the cold grasp of the nightmare as I write this now. I should go back to bed. I have work to do tomorrow. Goodnight reader.

Hello again reader. 
 I’d like to apologize in advance. I’m not particularly a talented writer, I’ll try to the best of my abilities to make each journal understandable from here on out. 
I know it hasn’t been easy for my journal, having ripped all my older pages up and tossing them over the side of Foulstar, but I feel as if I’m ready to start again. This is journal entry #48, but as far as I’m concerned, it might as well be entry #1. I have nothing else to say, goodnight reader.

AMMGGGG. Furry porn. HIDE THE CHILDREN. OH GOD. THE CHILDREN.

Silly redraw.

Fuck attempting to draw. >:I I’ll just become a stipper.