[Akira writes her diary entries in portugease, meaning you cant read them.]
I miss my forest, i miss being able to talk my own language and people being able to reply. i miss the daily drum beat, the rain, the colors and the animals. sometimes i want to go back, now is one of those times.
i thought people at wammys would be nice, but i already hate it here, stupid mother with her 'i want you to get a proper english education' plan. She said i could fit in there, as i've always been insane, just a calm methodical insane.
I though i could make friends at wammys, i've already decided i was wrong.
I miss my family so much, and this place is full of creatures, i dont like it.
Its all so fake and genetically bright. crowded loud cold and confined. there's no love left in this rotten world.