So today has been fun so far.

I woke up in my friend Cornelia's home as usual. I'm living with them now until I can be trusted to not run away from the city. I don't mind, they're wonderful. They're also a nurse, so we go to work together. After work we explore the city and goof around in the walls of the school.

When you live in a secret room adjacent to the cafeteria of a high school for psychic people, non-entities, and others, you eventually learn how to travel through the walls. I don't want to paint with a broad brush, but I'm pretty sure everyone here has at least heard of someone finding shortcuts to their Transdimensional Geocaching elective in the walls, if not actually slithering down the pipes themselves.

Now, when you're traveling by wall, you have to be careful. For one, you don't know where these walls have been. I mean, you'd assume they'd stay in one place, but that's kind of wallist. Walls have lives of their own that don't rely on others y'know.

Another reason to be careful is that it's very easy to get lost. If the iron supporting the buildings doesn't like you, I hear you can end up somewhere in the Paris catacombs. So you have to be nice to them. Leave the walls in better condition than they were in when you got there. Cornelia always brings a backpack with various cleaning and repair supplies. It's not just about keeping in their good books; the walls have feelings too.

I don't really like to think about this, but the last reason I can remember that makes it dangerous to travel by wall is that you don't know who else is in there too. It creeps me out to think about it, but the walls don't transport bad people to the catacombs or other annoying places to end up. They transport people they don't like to those places. It has nothing to do with character. So if you're travelling in the walls, you have to be alert. If you hear a sound you don't recognize, you go the other way. I'm all for making new friends, and I'm not saying beings or nonbeings that emit unfamiliar noises can't be wonderful, but when you're in the walls, better safe than sorry.

Anyway, today was a day off for us, so Cornelia decided to bring me to a lecture. They're bugging me to get off their phone so we can go. They won't tell me who or what it's on, but I have a feeling we'll be needing the mortar and pestle. Bon voyage!

You know in gym class when you have to do a chin-up but can't get yourself above the bar because you're too short and have the upper arm strength of parchment paper so the teacher takes pity on you and gives you a time of 0.01 seconds? Yeah, me neither.

Anyway, to continue my last post, I tried pulling myself up by the clouds. As soon as I got my chin above the goop surrounding me, I blacked out, just like in gym class, which is why I made the comparison. When I opened my eyes again I was surrounded by something like warm. Like that cornstarch and water mixture that is solid when you punch it but liquid when you stick your fingers in. It was dark and I was (understandably) terrified. So I slowly pulled myself out of the stuff.

When I finally got myself out, I took a look around. I had been laying in a barrel full of the aforementioned stuff. All around there were other barrels, I can only assume were full of the gunk as well.

To my left I saw a door, so I got up, trailing footprints behind me. When I opened the door, I there was a familiar sight. The PsyHigh cafeteria kitchen. Back a couple months ago, before I was trapped, I had gone here to get food sometimes, although I can't remember what I ate or when. As I wandered around trying to remember where the exit was, I heard some raspy noises. Like someone was breathing through a kazoo behind a closed door. Naturally, I decided to look for the thing emitting those funky tunes.

I searched the ovens, the sinks, under the sinks, under the spider eggs under the sinks, under the goop that made my hands swell when I touched it that seemed to be coming from the spider eggs under the sinks, but no dice. Even if there were dice, I couldn't roll them with all the swelling :o(.

Finally, I saw a little doggy door in the wall. It was like at stores where there's plastic strips employees walk under to get to the back, but very small. My time has come. At last, a benefit to being short! All those books I couldn't reach, bars I couldn't get my chin over...

In short, I crawled through the door.

Inside I found something startling. There were hundreds, probably thousands, of students there. But they weren't really students. They were small and had blue hair and red backpacks. I remember a rumor that was going around a while back about the PsyHigh cafeteria that @Ms. Hazeltine rebutted. They use vegetable babies that look like students in the meat surprise, except they're all 5'3" with blue hair and red backpacks. Except, these "vegetable" babies didn't look like vegetables. They were moving around!! The noise I had heard was the sound of them playing music. It was pretty good. Many of them looked injured. I went up to the nearest one. Here is what I remember of our conversation.

"Hi there, can I ask what this place is?" I asked one with cyan hair.

"You aren't from around here, are you? How did you get in?" The "vegetable" student was looking at my decidedly not-blue hair and lack of a red backpack.

"I'm Annie. I woke up in a vat of goop for probably unrelated reasons and heard the music. I climbed through the door and found you guys. I'm probably a student here."

"We'll need to seal up that door, if a human could get in. Do you know any first aid?" The cyan-haired kid adjusted their backpack.

"I don't remember much, but I think I know a little. And I did garden a bit, I remember that." What? I don't tell my journal every little thing.

"Then you're in. You can stay here and help us, or you can stay here as a prisoner. Either way, you can't go blabbing to your school about us. So, you gonna help or go?" This was a hard choice. On one hand, I could probably escape somehow. On the other, I felt bad for these people and wanted to help. I don't remember much about PsyHigh, but I remember the past few months, and I have a feeling if I go back my life will be like that forever.

I stayed. I'm a nurse now, and I like it here. I get to help people all day and these vegetable people are very interesting. I feel like I'm in Golden Girls all the time. I might leave eventually, when I'm ready. But for now I'm happy.

Oh, and don't go looking for that door. We sealed it up already.

I'm going to poke around and see what I can find out about why these vegetables are here, but I feel like the faculty won't like what I find out...

Something happened, finally.
I woke up again today. I think it's closer to last time than it has been the past few times.
I didn't remember what was happening at first, like usual. It was still dark and warm but the Cold Wet Thing was casting a breeze, but I didn't notice that for a while. It was like I was brain dead. My mind had fogged over and I couldn't process anything for a few minutes (maybe longer, who knows).
When I remembered the darkness covering the window, I thought back to last time. Still no door. I traced my hands over the walls, tactfully avoiding the window.
I was halfway through the second wall when the Cold Wet Thing started oozing through again. I was an island, the floor around me starting to accumulate plasma-ish stuff. I took a few deep breaths and kept going.
It was not very hard to move through the ooze. Like a ball pit. It was definitely there but not so much of a struggle.
As it climbed up my calves I finished feeling up the walls. Nothing. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What did I know? I'm trapped here, for one. Something is trying to keep me here. I'm not hurt, at least physically. I'm relaxed. I need to stop being relaxed, I need to focus. I started doing jumping jacks, which, as any small energetic child will tell you, was not easy with the plasma-that-feels-like-a-ball-pit slowly surrounding me.
Doing the jumping jacks helped a little. I remembered the clouds. They looked nice. My eyes stung. The clouds were important somehow. But the goop had reached my neck by then. It felt cold, obviously.
I couldn't swim. It wouldn't work. I knew it wouldn't. I looked right at the ceiling. The goop slinked over my mouth, my nose, my eyes... I was covered in the cold. But it wasn't cold anymore. It was... room temperature? How do you say room temperature when the room is probably colder than what you're referring to? Let's just say it was comfortable.
I couldn't see anything. I was... peaceful. Approximately. Everything is approximate nowadays. I wasn't happy. But I wasn't feeling horrible either. My nose and eyes still stung from something I couldn't remember.
I think I could've stayed there for a while. If I wanted to. I think it would've let me exist, hibernating till my memories became forgotten, my past became obsolete. Till the library of my mind was burned like Alexandria, future historians wondering, who was this girl? Why would she rather a life in a cocoon to a real chance? Why? That's the million dollar question folks. Why don't I fight harder to leave? What do I have outside? That's when I decided. Even if I have nothing outside, less than starting over, less than anyone else, at least I'll have a chance to really live.
I looked up. Or down, possibly. I was disoriented from floating too long.
There were clouds.
I reached out to them, and pulled.

I woke up again.
It's really scary when I do. I usually do something normal-ish (reading, looking out the window, spinning in a circle till I get dizzy), but then I remember the Cold Wet Thing and feel like I just drove up a mountain really fast. A pressure in my head. But also kinda like I'm being squeezed on my forehead? It's an odd sensation.
Today I was spinning. But really slowly. I don't know why, and I couldn't stop. I was spinning towards the door. I was getting closer. As my eyes got nearer my vision started getting darker like I was going to pass out, and my ears rang. Under the door oozed something that emitted cold, like you stood in front of an air conditioner, and my toes touched it, and my ankles, and I'm going in, and I wish I could say goodbye to-
It all stopped.
I looked around.
Something in blocking the window from the outside, radiating a breeze that chills you to the bone.
The door is gone.

Today I "woke up" again. It's getting less frequent I think. I'm just gonna ignore that because whenever I have the strength to remember, it scares me, and being afraid makes me weak again and when I'm weak I sleep and forget.
When I woke up today I was at the desk in this room, with my journal that I got at the school store open in front of me. I flipped through it. Inside were some poems. I think I read them. I remember crying. I think something in the book made me afraid. Hopeless.
Gradually I was back at the window. I say gradually because nothing here completely ends at once. It takes a while to forget completely, and while the forgetting is happening it's like I'm stretched too thin. My consciousness is in too many places and I can't think enough until it's over.
There are no clouds today. Just blue sky. My shirt is wet. I cried a lot. My eyes still sting.

Hi.
I know I'm bad at updating this from the point of view of anyone reading. But I don't remember. Not as in I don't remember to update, as in I don't remember inbetweens. That's what I call them now. The times I don't remember in between events. It's like I'm asleep but I don't remember going down or waking up. I can't remember the last time I slept, now that I think about it.
I'm still in the cold damp room. I want to leave. I feel a pressure on my head all the time. I'm cold. I can't think straight.
I think I "woke up" today so I could look out the window. Because suddenly I Was and I looked out the window for a few minutes (I think) before I could get a thought other than trying to remember cloud names in.
The pressure stops me from thinking about the big picture.
I haven't seen anyone since the day I got my notebook. It was in one of my bags that are now gone.
I can't think enough to write anything else but I feel whenever I stop is when I'll go under again and I want to be here. If I stop writing I don't know when I'll come back.
Cloud names. Nimbus, like something from a book I've read before all this. It's fuzzy but I think it was important. I don't remember other cloud names. Nimbus- I've been staring at this word for a moment and still nothing. I think the pressure is getting worse. It doesn't want me remembering. I can't think. I can't

Hello again. It's been awhile.
If you've been reading my journal you'll probably be wondering if my escape attempt was successful, and if so, where I am.
The answer to both is that I'm not sure. I think the easiest way to explain is to tell what's happened since my last post.
So, I put my phone down and grabbed the light string. I tied it to my bed frame. Luckily, it was made of metal, so it should hold. I then stood on the windowsill and pried open the window. It took a lot of effort so I took a little break to rest so I wouldn't fall down climbing.
When I felt ready again, I grabbed my bags and threw them outside. They hit the cold and wet thing with a splat that made me wince. Hopefully if it was sentient it wouldn't notice.
I then threw the cord out the window and started to climb out. It took a lot of effort, because the window was smaller than I remembered. It's all a bit fuzzy. Like before I had been able to stand on the sill, but now I could barely get my leg out the window, but it didn't really register in the moment what happened? Weird.
Anyway, I somehow made it out and started to climb down.
All of a sudden, I hear a loud crashing sound. The flimsy fake wood that made my bed frame had snapped, and it flew out the huge open window. I fell. It made sense at the time, like I knew this was a possibility. But looking back, I'm just confused.
I don't remember anything else from that day. When I woke up I was in a locked room, the one I'm in currently. I've tried describing it in my head but nothing I can say really fits it, ya know? Not in a horrific way, just in the way you can't describe how two locations in a dream differ from real locations you know even though they're similar but you have a gut feeling they're different.
I don't really like it here. It's cold and damp. I poked my fingers under the door cracks and the cold and wet thing is there. My bags are gone. There's just clouds out my window. I don't know what's below the cloudline, I don't think I can check. I'm feeling kind of depressed. Time goes quicker here I think. Not much happens in between.
Oh, yeah, almost forgot. I don't know where that "limerick" came from. It's not even in correct limerick form. I must have gotten hacked.
Anyway, I'll post when something happens. See y'all later.

There was once a baticeer,
In another world, a person who trains bats.
She cooked with sage,
But missed a page
Sent in the mail. Aw rats.

I've been stuck inside for a while. Not by choice, of course. I was snowed in. I'm not entirely certain "snow" is the right word, but suffice it to say something heavy, cold, and wet is blocking the door out.
It's so cold the windows are stuck shut too. Although, it's rather warm in here. And there don't seem to be any heating vents. I'm starting to think it's not cold, and that's not snow, since it hasn't melted even a bit.
So I've decided to grab this duffel bag I found by the "snow"-blocked door towards the beginning of my isolation and climb out a window. I have some Christmas lights left, I had planned to string them around before that I can climb down on. I'll break the window in the furnished room, not mine.
Also, something to note: the duffel bag was full of crystals, candles, small glass bottles both empty and full of things I can't identify, and a small plant I've been watering. It smells like herbs. Kinda like stew, although I have no memories of ever eating stew.
Anyway, if you were already stuck in a pocket dimension and see a door blocked by a cold and wet mass and an upper window with Christmas lights handing out, I'll be somewhere nearby. Also, you should probably run.

I've been stuck inside for a while. Not by choice, of course. I was snowed in. I'm not entirely certain "snow" is the right word, but suffice it to say something heavy, cold, and wet is blocking the door out.
It's so cold the windows are stuck shut too. Although, it's rather warm in here. And there don't seem to be any heating vents. I'm starting to think it's not cold, and that's not snow, since it hasn't melted even a bit.
So I've decided to grab this duffel bag I found by the "snow"-blocked door towards the beginning of my isolation and climb out a window. I have some Christmas lights left, I had planned to string them around before that I can climb down on. I'll break the window in the furnished room, not mine.
Also, something to note: the duffel bag was full of crystals, candles, small glass bottles both empty and full of things I can't identify, and a small plant I've been watering. It smells like herbs. Kinda like stew, although I have no memories of ever eating stew.
Anyway, if you were already stuck in a pocket dimension and see a door blocked by a cold and wet mass and an upper window with Christmas lights handing out, I'll be somewhere nearby. Also, you should probably run.