You think sometimes that you're all alone.

But wherever you are, whoever you are, you're wrong.

It's girl in space.

You think sometimes that you're all alone.

You said on the last day I ever saw you, not to worry, that I'd see you again.

Part of me wants to forgive you for lying to me.

I mean, you couldn't have known.

But part of me, to be honest, part of me is still kind of bitter, even after all these years.

Not because you left.

But because you left me alone.

Wow, you'd think I would know better than to go through my old diaries.

Nothing there, but teenage heartache and angst, and a lot of really terrible poetry.

Though, they're a lot more interesting than my current diaries, speaking of which.

According to the dash, it is day 10 mark 303 hour 0837, whatever that means.

I mean, I guess I get the meaning of time in so far as is possible for a human mind.

And there's a fairly distinct linear progression to my life.

I just haven't ever witnessed the apparatus by which they're measured.

Days, hours, when there's no rising sun or planetary rotation, these measurements feel kind of arbitrary.

I mean, outside of the info here on the dash, they don't mean anything.

It's always just me out here on the Kavadika alone.

Despite how that sounds, please note that I am super not bitter about it.

In fact, I really don't mind being alone.

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