I have returned to the space to which I once called home, to testify that perhaps the reality I once knew, of vicious existentialism, can be escaped from. Glimmering hope and constant reminders of the goodness in humanity certainly contribute to this. Maybe I’ll come here more often, but not out of escapism but out of actual enthusiasm.
I never really treated this journal as a place where I expose my actual details about myself, but I figure its time to change it up. Future me, it is one week since you first moved into the dorms of Oregon State University. You have found a psuedo-home in this strange place, but haven’t quite found anyone to rest your shoulder upon. You are being patient, and a very good boy.