ᶜᴼᴺᵀᴱᴺᵀ ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ — ᴿᴱᶜᴼᴹᴹᴱᴺᴰᴱᴰ ¹⁶⁺ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵈⁱᵃʳʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʰᵘᵐᵒʳ, ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ, ᵇᵒᵈʸ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉʳʸ.

08/16/1980

Dear Diary,

I'm not going to tell you about seeing Trevor being escorted out of the elevator by the banana men yesterday. And I'm not going to tell you how, when I tried to act offended with him, instead of giving me those little punches on the shoulder, he just pulled me into a hug.
I'm not even going to tell you that I was right about the food portions being way too small, because Trevor thinks so too. Even though, looking back at some old instant photos I keep in this diary, they seem exactly the same as what we were eating before we got moved up here.
But I am going to tell you what happened to Justin.
I think people around here have a strange obsession with pretending to be balloons.

Trevor was in Sector A with Justin and some other people. It's the floor below ours, apparently.
They weren't talking anymore, of course. Trevor thought it was disgusting that Justin cheated on his girlfriend, so he'd stopped talking to him too, out of respect for her.
He had barely walked past him when Justin suddenly started screaming and Trevor slipped onto the floor.
When Trevor looked up and, to quote his exact words:
"Holy shit... his arm fucking exploded."
And then, obviously, it turned into a fireworks show because his other arm and one of his legs exploded too.
Now, I don't want to judge... but maybe that's what happens when you cheat on your girlfriend.
Before assigning Trevor a room on the floor, they threw a shirt with his percentage printed on it right at his face.
56%.
For now, I'm the highest one out of the eight people on this floor. They still haven't told Jenny hers yet...

I stayed in Trevor's room last night. We watched the toxic pastel-colored clouds together, just like old times. He asked me to dance to Sailing, holding me close like he'd actually missed me. Not like the other boys I'd talked to over the past few years. And while we were slowly swaying to the music, I realized how good he smells.
I wish that evening had never ended.

Trevor isn't on this floor anymore. The banana men escorted him away. Jenny saw from the window that they took him to the underground floor.
Honestly, Jenny was worrying for nothing. They took me down there a few days ago too, and I'm still here.
They ran blood tests, cut off a lock of my hair for some reason, probably just to ruin my haircut... Took a urine sample...
I'll admit, I heard some screaming down there. But then again, people scream all the time.
You know... people exploding and leaving pastel-colored trails behind...
If we're going with Jenny's theory, one of the people on our floor says she hasn't seen her husband in two weeks. They were together before she got moved here. They took him out of their room, she followed them until they stopped her, and then he disappeared into the 24/7 restricted area.
I don't know how I'd react if that happened to Trevor.
He'd better come back.

Jenny painted my toenails, but I might ask her to touch them up a little before I go to bed.

I hope something finally happens around here. It's still so boring. Although, honestly, I'd rather just get out of here. At this point I'd probably just go back to North Carolina...

XOXOXO

Taffy