I’m trapped. There’s no escape. Even if I could get out of this cell, this prison, I am still stuck on a planet I don’t even know with absolutely no connections. I cant even remember the last time o tasted fresh air and felt a warm summer day on my back. It’s been too long I can barley remember the feeling of sand between my toes as I run down the beach. I never thought I would miss Earth. It’s dirty and humans are so confusing, but there’s something to admire about it. I wonder if I will ever even feel these things again or if I will grow old in this cell, my memories slowly slipping away from me until there’s nothing left. Maybe after long enough, my captors will realize that I have no use to them. They seem to think that Earth is this mighty empire and there are thousands of people coming to save me. Hate to break it to them, but nobody probably noticed that I’m gone. The only people that mattered to me and that I mattered too are dead. It might sound sad, but this is just my reality. Hundreds of days in this prison has made me accept that. But there’s still some part of me that hopes, maybe if I do go back, I can find someone else to care about. Somebody that actually listens to my stories and gives me a hug afterwards. That would be nice. I haven’t had a hug in so long. Unless you count the guard dragging me into my cell. Anyway, I have to go eat breakfast now, so this is journal entry #201 signing out.