Memories | 11/14/2025

It feels like ages since I last wrote anything down. Maybe that’s a good sign; turns out being “terminally offline” is actually pretty peaceful. 

 Also, I finally have a new computer now, so here I am again, typing into the void like old times. ("^^)/

I made a drawing earlier. It’s definitely not my best work, but I kind of like it anyway! There’s something comforting about making something just for myself. Luna and Mond approve.though they’ve been distracted lately. Luna, for example, appears to be growing a beard now? I didn’t know paintings were capable of facial hair???? 

Buuutt I also didn’t think they could turn into elephants, cats, or uncanny little Lotus-copies, and yet here we are. They say it’s “self-expression.” Who am I to say what is and isn’t right for them?! ^^ 

Luna and Mond also learned how to split vessels, it was incredible the first time I saw the two walking around. But in the end they decided to stick to one since it "is easier to eat food". 

Their vitamin routine hasn’t changed, though. Every night is a sip of varnish before bed. They claim it keeps their paint from cracking. But we’ve been running out which meant I had to get a job or two: a daytime "ghoulish" librarian of the catacombs and a nighttime fast-food worker.

I’m exhausted sometimes, but I actually like it! The rhythm, the people, the weird comfort of having a purpose. It helps pay the ghost rent.

Lotus has been busy too...apparently running a wedding flower boutique in the afterlife is a full-time commitment. Who knew there was such a big market for monsters getting married!

This next part is kinda deep and a bit personal but a lot of you guys have been asking about how I died for a while and I now have an answer: The other day, I got hit with a sudden rush of memories. They weren’t really mine??? but they were… attached to me? somehow???

It was pretty anticlimactic how I died to be honest. It was a car crash of all things. I lived this mundane life and followed these mundane rules. 😅 Not somthing to brag about really. 

And its so strange...I don’t feel like that person anymore, though. Their voice, their habits… they’re like an outfit I don’t fit into. I dont wanna talk about it too much for now or else I’ll stay up thinking haha.

But that’s what’s new with me!