December 28th

Dear Diary,

As promised, I came back to you the moment I woke up today. By the looks of it though, this world doesn't seem to change its appearance, be it day or night. It will be hard for me to know what time really is or if I am suppose to be awake. But I don't think it really matters. As long as I do not have anything suppose to do.

If we are on that subject, before I went to sleep, I did wonder a lot what exactly was my job like. I mean, I did have a job, right? From how I seem to look like, I am old enough to work. Maybe I even experienced life and got a loved one or even managed to make myself a family. But it is strange that nobody seems to miss me since I am no way near the world I knew. And if I had someone, it seems like I even forgot about that fact like it didn't matter. I wonder how that someone feels about this whole situation...

For someone that is lost, I seem to be pretty optimistic though. I know I might remain here for a while, or even be trapped here for eternity, but I still hope that I will go back to reality. It feels like I have traveled to another planet and I was put to stay there until the right moment comes for me to go home. In those scenarios, there is a purpose of this journey, so I wonder what is mine.

If it were for me to continue associating it with a planet, then it would make sense for my goal to be to find new life forms. Now that I think about it, I wonder how people look like in this world. Are they still humans like me? Or perhaps they do not respect any type of law that we know, just like their home. Probably the second option. But I am still curious about this fact.

Even so, it gets rather upsetting the idea that I am trapped alone in a world that I know nothing about. Or even that I cannot tell what happened either. Be it purpose or not, whoever wished for me be to stay here had no kind of mercy. A little company was better than nothing. Maybe even an alien-like creature was fine, just to have someone to talk to.

I wish I was able to know what happened to me. To go back in time and talk to past me and find the answers. I wish I could find my loved ones, if I have any, and tell them that I am still alive. I wonder how would they react to what I am witnessing in this world. Probably they will be confused as well. Yes, I think that's what would happen. But I also think they will be fascinated about the fact that there is a whole new world out there which our kind didn't discover.

We didn't discover it, right? A world with no laws and full of colours all around, objects that are no way close to what we have, all combined into such mystery of a drawing-like universe made by a child. Wish I could tell everyone about it, or at least to find someone to tell. Loneliness feels like a knife stabbing you each second without mercy. I just hope it ends soon.