[ooc: Okay, so she threw this thing in a well like three or four times before giving up and opening it, so the pages sort of soggy and muddy rn. There will be tears in the page and splotchy ink.]
what the fuck? where the fuck am i? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?
WHY DOES THIS JOURNAL COME THE FUCK BACK?! it's a fucking possessed journal and i hope it dies. like this dress. it's itchy. stupid dress.
i'm writing in a fucking possessed journal...
fuck this dress. and this journal. and healy. and amycus. and whoever the fuck that person is that's staring at me right now. fuck everything. this is fucking stupid.