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April 7th, 2026 • Something is very wrong. It doesn't feel real. Nothing I think feels real. Nothing I do feels real. I look at my fish tank, nothing. Well, of course not. I can’t keep track of feeding any fish with my homework and my mom stressing me out. The only time anything feels at least a bit real, is… well, you probably would be confused, but it’s 25:00. I always see shapes in the sky when I look up. It’s mostly circles and triangles, I’m not quite sure why. I haven’t told my doctor yet. It was weird today since it was a hot day (for once) during archery. I just tried to stay focused. At dinner we had soup. Nothing too fancy, just broth and carrots. I heard that a rocket will go off soon, nowhere near where I live though. It’s in America, apparently.
[note from author, my science teacher knows someone that is on Artemis 2! He taught his daughter for a year]