ApparentlyImaginary

AI Journal, week two. Supplies are running low, not sure how much longer I can hold out. Bartering with others is out of the question. New faces are scarce around these parts. Even if that wasn't the case, making friends in the vast land of Deviantartia is still a fairly foreign concept, much like the land itself. My seemingly hopeless situation begs the question; Why am I here? Do I have what it takes to blend in and make myself at home with the locals of this mysterious new land? Can I even survive long enough to do so? Will anyone even see this? Will as much as a single soul know of my presence and my time spent here? *Lights a match a