I am a poet.

Well, that's what I call myself. I'm really a writer. What do I write about?

Everything.

I don't leave my room. There's no point, seeing as all my letters are delivered to me by my door anyway. In fact, I have a whole tower to myself.

Good for writing, not good for talking to people.

I know pretty much everything that goes around in this little school of ours (little should be taken with a grain of salt, or maybe some anti-salt, if you're from the inverse dimension).

@Ms. Hazeltine keeps bugging me about going to class, but I don't feel like it. I really don't want to talk to anybody. however, that doesn't mean I don't write. I have family I write to, of course, but most of my time is spent reading and responding to the immense amount of letters I receive daily.

From who?

Everybody.

Or at least, it feels like that. From my little tower, you can almost see the letters gushing from the base of the spire leading to my humble abode. Through my little window, I see a certain group of students causing a ruckus. I've gotten plenty of letters about them. Geez, if I can find one...there. here's one from Anthony A.

"Dear V,

I am a florist here at PsyHigh, and recently a group of troublemakers in green jeans completely ruined my flower bed! Do you know of anything that can help repel them? My acid mums can't take this!

-Anthony A."

My response to this, obviously, as any sane person would respond, was 'Havent you planted some delinquent fly-traps?' but I fear that this group may be something more than just lawn stompers. As long as I don't have to leave my tower, I should be fine.

Now where *are* those dang oncology textbooks...

I have a confession to make.

I may have told somebody they were the only real person out there.

It was a pretty slow day, and I got bored, okay? But it seems this person took it seriously, so I wanted to clarify that at least 6 of the people attending this school are confirmed by yours truly to be real.

Miss Flowers, sorry.

But I don't blame you for asking that question. With all the overlapping timelines, dimensions, and realities, it can be hard to figure out what's real and what's not. So here's a way to help:

If the entity in question says it's real, then it's definitely NOT real.

If the entity is transparent...be cautious.

The only sense you can fully trust is your sense of taste. If you can taste it, it's 100% real.

Now, I'm not telling you to lick everything you see or anything...but...it's a good way to determine reality.

My love is simply for the art of literature... partially because I only talk to my books and the paralysis demon that lives under my bed. Speaking of which, the beds are so bad that I should get the psycops involved! Maybe if I left my room for once, I'd have some feelings...but...we all know that's unlikely to occur.

My love is simply for the art of literature... partially because I only talk to my books and the paralysis demon that lives under my bed. Speaking of which, the beds are so bad that I should get the psycops involved! Maybe if I left my room for once, I'd have some feelings...but...we all know that's unlikely to occur.

My sincere apologies to the PsyHigh staff. It seems a doubling gremlin crawled into my body and made me write a certain post on the "who do you love" story TWICE! Don't you hate it when that happens?

Greetings, Institution of Watchers.

I am fully aware that this is the...hang on...oh yes, the 13,674th time I've tried to contact you, but I really think this letter will reach you. I really do believe it would be in both of our best interests to allow me to become a member of the institution. I spend virtually all my time writing and watching, which is essentially all you idio- wonderful people do, and I know pretty much everything that goes on in this place, so could I please become a member? I'll do ANYTHING (nothing that involves s3xual activity, violence, torture, or talking to people in person) to join your ranks. And, maybe give me a response this time? I know all 13,673 other letters didn't get lost in the mail.

Sincerely,

V the poet.

I keep thinking about leaving my room to talk to others. It's not like anybody would know who I am.

Imagine this:

"Hey, haven't seen you 'round these parts? What's your name, fella?"

"I'm V the poet!"

"What?? Two hornlops of a Devils yolfin' yer V the poet!"

I mean, I think that's how people talk. I haven't talked to one in months.

So, yeah, could you help me out?

@Mr. Blume

I know we've had our fair share of differences and quarrels over the centuries, but I believe now is more important than ever for us to put those differences aside. I simply cannot sit idly by and watch these entities destroy our natural beauty. I have a very detailed plan that might make them stop for good. As much as I'd like to discuss it posthaste, I'm worried this letter will get hijacked by a malicious being, seeing as I'm sending it on a relatively public line. However, we should be able to discuss it on a more private digital wavelength once I get your response.

I know that I tend to make your blood boil (literally: you should get that checked out by a Florist...) But it's more important than ever for us to save our plants!

Yours truly,

V the poet.

I finally woke up to the sunlight this morning.

Definitely a relief, seeing as I usually am woken up by my alarm clock, which I tinkered with and now hits me on the head with a mallet whenever I hit the snooze button.

Im an amateur gadget maker, although I mostly just fiddle with objects in my room, and call the aftermath my "invention".

I have to hit the books for my Telekinetics class, there's apparently a test for it tomorrow and if I fail my teacher will make me go to class in person.

Oh wait...I gotta shut off my alarm clock before it ri-OW-too late...

I wasn't able to write at ALL today because I ran completely out of ink after doing my school work and my PsyFi hasn't been working all day, so I couldn't order more ink. Maybe it wasn't broken, but I wasn't going to mess with anything, because I'm not very tech savvy at all (hence why I'm avoiding taking Psybernetics this year).

Ya know, the WiFi has been buggy all week, maybe somebody should check out our school Internet center or whatever. At least I didn't get any new letters today, so I didn't have to worry. Just have hundreds of not thousands of pre delivered mail laying around. But because I couldn't write, I was bored and had nothing to do all day.

Oh, and I got a 73 on my Telekinetics quiz today, which means I passed!

However, I have a general alternate reality and Spiritus tests this week, which I'm quite worried about.

Anyways, I have some giant bat-like creatures that have taken up living in my room, and all my attempts at trying to knock them down have failed. Was wondering if anybody could hel-GAH GET AWAY! They're dive bombing me now, I think they can understand human speech...