Introduction

I'm not good at writing diaries. I don't have a degree in English, or in Liberal Arts. I promised myself I'd write a diary my whole life, and since I'm on this ship, on a boring voyage through space, I might as well get around to that. So if you're reading this, I should probably report you to the SEA for stealing my diary. Anyways, I'm Timothy Martins, call me Timmy unless you're a boring goody two-shoes that likes to call people by their last name because "muh military". That's a photo of me in the cover, see that? You might have noticed the cat ears, but please don't group me with the weirdo type of Booster. I'm a cool Booster, ok? I have a funny story about them, there was once this weird neckbeard aboard who came up to me and started massaging my ears. I might have overreacted, pulling a knife on him and all, but give me a break. I've been an EMT aboard the Torch for almost a year now, I've met all kinds of people, and military service has changed me greatly. I'm especially grateful to the people who took me in and taught me how to be a proper MT. I think this was a pretty good introduction of myself for any sneaky snooper who happens to take a peek at my diary, and it'll be helpful when I get amnesia or something. Please stop reading my journal now, you're violating my privacy.