Day 345:
It’s lonely here in the jar. I see all sorts of monsters pass by me everyday; some human, some not. All of them glare at me as they pass, if they could, they’d spit on my jar.
I’ve got no voice in the jar. And even if I did, it wouldn’t help.
I’ve no opinions.
I’ve no voice.
I’ve no bed.
I’ve just got this journal and pencil case.
I’ve no motivation to get creative..
So I’ll just write.