I'm not @thatkid anymore. I haven't been him since... Since I came to psyhigh, I suppose. I do miss having a physical body, I miss tending to my snapdragons (They won't speak to me yet, they think I feel... off) I miss my former room-mates, however controlling and *rolls eyes* tyrannical they were. Ah, those guys.

I'm Walls now. I AM the walls. I feel the empty space around me, I can hear the trickle of leaking pipes coat my skin, I finally exist as... something. I can project myself into the rooms, it's strange, when part of me is straying too far from the walls, I feel my skin disappearing, becoming more translucent, I flicker uncontrollably. I don't want to upset anyone. I can never leave this place, but I hope I can at least protect it, as well as I can... I don't quite remember what thatkid was... was doing before I...

Hm. @Nobody was there, but I don't quite remember... As I read thatkid's journal, I can feel an urgent... how to describe it? Buzzing? Within my walls... So I won't read any more.

I know I couldn't help you Nobody, I do remember a sharp feeling of... Failure. I really am sorry.

I can't think about it.