Three hours.
I just spent
three goddamn hours in this 'welcome center' having people I've never seen in my life try to convince me that I'm on another planet, in another reality, and that fictional people are real here. And then they have the nerve to just expect me to believe them.
Really?
Really?And this thing I'm typing into... it's supposedly a phone. And people can see what I'm typing.
If this
is real? And not some ridiculously elaborate prank? I'm seriously going to freak the hell out.
On the off-chance anyone
can see this, I'm Miranda. Miranda Hobbes. I'm 18 years old and have literally no idea what to say here.