Lost in Thoughts

Osamu just posted in this log~

Don't know which is worse. Being chased by a rotting blob, or being washed "clean" in blood. Guess who managed to lock himself out during the spectacular downpour yesterday? My life has now reached a new level of suckage. Unbelievable

At least books are good, I suppose?
Wouldn't want to forsake my education entirely here, after all.
Going away for a bit... Doubt anyone will miss me. If you do, just know that I'll come back, 'kay?

Ken. I need to talk with you.

Other than that... Think I enjoyed some of the masquerade. Maybe. Was weird...

Blah.

Hot.

Going nowhere fast here. Don't like it...

There's gonna be a masqurade? Like... Who cares? Not that I've ever been to one, but I find the entire idea stupid, really.

Whatever.

Things are going on it seems. Bad things.

There's a fucking rapist out there.

And Ken's still bat-shit.

I just... No.

We need some sort of justice system here, don't we?

I guess I should try and find a place to stay.
Anyone know of a good place? Where are people living anyway?

What's life? I mean, what is it that makes you alive? Is it the fact that your body is moving? That your inner organs function the way they should? Or is it the fact that your soul is still attatched to your body? When the soul leave the body, you're dead, right? But if your soul still have thoughts even after you're dead, doesn't that mean you're still alive? I don't know.

Or are you only alive when you're in pain?

If so, then I'm really, truly alive.

Ken's here. He's older, about my age, and he looks like me. That... can't be healthy. At all. Hell, he even sounds like me, only... different. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it is disturbing to say the least. I want to know what happened to him, what's going on. But I doubt he'll tell me. I'm going to meet him now. I'm at this huge... building. I can't call it anything else. And this dragon brought me here. A dragon. And it seems somewhat intelligent as well.

I... don't know what to make of this. Only...

The rain's doing wonders for my health, no doubt. Damn it.

Bang, you're dead. Bang bang, you're at a staircase that spirals down towards hell. Because I guess it is. Bang bang bang. Life as a dead is seriously fucked up.
Can you even be hungry when you're dead?
Because I am.
And another thing... They have computers in the afterlife? That's kinda trippy.
Guess I'll just type as I go along. There's something lurking in every crook and turn in this stupid space and I don't feel safe here. Considering the fact that I'm going to hell, I guess it's logical.
There was a car... I'm sure there was a car. And Ken saw. As if he really needed that. I wonder what's gonna happen to him...?
There's a door here. I'm going to open it.
There, opened it. ... There's a huge water tower here. But it looks rusty. And kind of American in structure. I suppose I'll go check it out.

GOOD LUCK

... My computer did not just type on its own. Right...? That's it, closing this down now.

~I.O.