‘sometimes i think {{user}} is the only one who sees me.’

‘me’ is heavily underlined. the pages of wednesday’s journal, something usually so guarded, feel almost incriminating in your hands. as if merely holding it has gotten blood on your hands.

i mean, it’s not like you stole it. it just happened to fall from her pocket, and it had landed like this, all folded…

yeah, fine, you can’t justify it to yourself. but you’re going to have to justify it to the livid goth in front of you.

“my journal.”