Sorry for the tonal shift of this journal. Writing is taking a while. To put it bluntly Fairwater is more than a bit tied up. You have me now, and I have a question for you, dear readers. Is your life going well? Are you happy? Is your life dragging you down? I have been there. I have seen it. Been to the brink of oblivion and back. Have you ever wondered what other versions of yourself across the multiverse are doing? Wondered if they're suffering too? Lord knows I have seen that. Lord knows I want it all to end.

But that's enough about me, let us hear you. You, delightful readers, are what she lives for. She's an attention whore. She loves comments. As I said she is indisposed at the moment so you have me. My willingness to hear you. What you have to say. This pitiful little world she lives in. What I wouldn't give to pop this bubble of hers. I feel it will be far too easy. I doubt she'll even remember writing this, but she's a fighter for sure. No one else has tried to wrestle for control as much as her. Everyone else was far more willing to give into self destruction as I once did.

Leave a comment if you'd like. Her small little following is hilarious to me. She's thankful for all of you. I know this is true because she never stops thinking about it. "Even four people who like my work is far more than I expected," she's always saying.