
Entry No. 3
January 11th 2019
11:49pm
What the actual hell.
What am I doing here?
Where am I?
Who... Am I?
I can't remember anything except that I'm a female and 18.
My hair... Was it always this weird colour?
I'm not sure what is happening... I just... woke up in this... forest?
I can't attach images on this stupid thing.
What even is this and why do I have to write or... type in this "Entry log"?
It's the only thing modern around here...
I think.
Should I trust it?
I'm probably gonna make so many effin typos.
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Holy shit, I...
I hear a growling
I'll continue typing tomorrow if I survive...
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