03 [ soon we'll be found ]

[possiblycantdie]

24 February. It's been some time since I kept a diary such as this, the practise stopping after Jonathan died; after having no one to recall my day to. I'm not entirely clear as to why I've begun again, perhaps to remind myself of my own thoughts whilst I'm here, even things that I learn. There isn't much yet which I do know, a man known as The Doctor has been helpful in regards to sharing what he's learned whilst another post detailing much of which has previously happened to the residents has also been brought to my attention; it should provide an interesting read, as with much of the library's contents. Regarding other matters each day is becoming significantly more difficult. I admit that I have been rather involved with my reading, though in more recent days this has been as a distraction also. I'm unsure as to my limits, keeping myself busy as well as away is well during the day, though that nor the quiet of night provides much solace. After finishing this entry I will be looking into finding some way to continue my research, or perhaps some other method. As much as I feel caged, almost claustrophobic, in a sense, from being here it barely scratches the surface of the struggle in which I feel. I'm hopeful that something, regardless of how temporary it may be, may be found soon.

[ ooc; she's writing in the wrong journal, oops :P Have fun with her, she may be squirmy ]