I can’t believe this is actually real.
Why am I writing this, you ask? Maybe not asking actually, it's just me talking to myself. Dr. Glasque said it would help to start a “diary” but i can't write down on a physical notebook anyways.
My mother pushed me to join the program, said it would help with the bills and who was I to argue? Honestly, I wasn't expecting my application to be accepted. Knowing how this fucking government is, i guess i managed to slip through the cracks.
I already packed up what I have anyway, all in a knapsack. It’s ripping a little but it works.
They’re doing the callup tomorrow, so. Can’t be bad, I requested a private dormitory.
I dont even understand why we need to join this stupid ship??? The CREATURES that have been trying to kill and colonize us for the past how many years?? I dont even fucking remember.
This is stupid. Im almost one hundred percent sure we’re walking into a death trap and nasa cant even see that. We didnt win the war just to be shot down again.
We could be using the resources we’re exporting to help ourselves and not the mass murderers.
I failed the endurance test at the start of the callup and I guess it was that.
I stubbed my toe and missed the morning callup too.
Its fine. Itsfine. reallyamzazing.
Even better when I entered my room and saw two beds. Why were there two beds. There werent supposed to be two beds. Why are there two beds?????????
They werent there this morning.
okay.