Day 7
I managed to get back home and thankfully because this food needs to be safe. It doesn't seem to go bad however, no rotting smell or mold, even if I leave it in the same chest as dirt and sand. And I don't need to refrigerate it either. Weird, I'll add that to the list of "Weird things in this world"
Any who, I decided to use the diamonds I got, yes the ones that, when I mined I had felt that energy and herd that voice, to make a diamond pickaxe. I know diamonds are considered 'rare' and 'precious' in my world, but these seem like industrial diamonds to make tools; not something you would make thousand dollar jewelry with. Besides, with where I am, what's gonna help me more? A pretty necklace or a strong and durable pickaxe?
It seems they last much longer and are more powerful then the iron tools and weapons I got. I decided to make it because I saw something else today, something my iron pick couldn't even chip away at. Right near by the river, there was a puddle err, 'lake' of lava... I'm just gonna call it a puddle, exposed to the surface. When I went to investigate it, the water from the river flowed onto the lava, steaming and cooling it into a dark purply blackish block. It was extremely hard to the touch, with no way to break it with a measly iron pickaxe. I couldn't even scratch it.
But sure enough I finally managed to break the divines forsaken thing with a diamond pickaxe. I don't know what this block is, but it's strong and durable, so maybe I can make something out of this block eventually. 
I think this is enough for today. I going to see if I can start cooking up this food I got.

But something else that's been on the back of my mind now is bothering me. It's been a full week I've been here... where in the heck of anything did this journal come from? It was in my hands when I woke up here, but I didn't have anything when I blacked out, at least I don't remember having anything. Who knows? Did someone give it to me? Did it just magically appear? At this rate however, I don't exactly care. It helps me keep my sanity by writing to myself and writing down notes I need to survive. I hope my sanity won't break completely before I escape here.