III
It has been days since I have connected to you, journal. I am sorry. Violentina has been attached to my hip for the past week. While I was asleep, she actually glued herself to me. It was not as awkward as I thought it would be. Then again, I never really thought about being attached to a person.
A lot has happened, but now is not the time to write about it. Violentina is only feet away from me. She will see what I am writing. I am still convinced she knows what I am thinking. As I write, I am trying not to think. It is getting harder and harder.
She told me she is going to go explore the outdoors tomorrow. Once she leaves, I will write back to you. I have so much to tell you. I have been seeing a lot of things with my eyes closed. A lot of different colors in tiny balls. I do not know what it is. I do not know how else to describe. But, I am sure it means something. Now is not the time. Tomorrow will be the time. I promise.
