So, funny story. I was supposed to write this journal last week, before I left for vacation, but it never crossed my mind after the initial idea.

I've been completely out for a week. I was in Florida, I spent the half of the week locked in my room

I designed a new character that I'm going to post eventually. Did drawing from life. Went outside for the first time EVER. Absolutely incredible experience. That's what air feels like?

I'm only making this journal because I feel bad about forgetting. I have to do it, or it will haunt me for weeks. Months. Years. Decades. Millenia. Who knows. Idk. First journal lol