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I noticed ttpm’s video had pretty legible pictures of the diary.

So gonna try my best here.

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May 1st

When I left Monster High after Draculaura’s Sweet 1600 birthday party, I was angry, humilated, and stinky from falling into that pit of eternal body odor. I stank so bad, Mom wouldn’t even let me into the house. I had to sleep in the guest room above the garage. Looking back I can see it was probably the best thing that could have happened to me. Even my considerable(?) powers to charm were no match for the power of the stench that surrounded me. My powers slowly weakened as I was deprived of what sustained them, the love that I selfishly took from others. I was in a stench-induced imprisonment - rarely leaving the garage - but it allowed me time to do some serious thinking and I realized I wasn’t being true to myself. Then one day there was a knock at my door and I opened it to see a little old goblin woman with a cane staring up at me through thick glasses. “I’m Mrs. Goblin but you can call me “Mrs. Goblin”. I’m a friend of your mother’s” she said “You need to get out of that room and I need some help, so let’s go”. She turned and walked off and with nothing left to lose, I followed. It turned out that she ran an unwanted creatures shelter and couldn’t keep up with all the cleaning, feeding and daily upkeep. It also turned out that she had no sense of smell. “Lost it back in ‘72″ she told me. Mrs. G ran me through the daily routines and gave me the tour “You can start today” she said as she handed me a mop and I bucket. It’s hard to believe I agreed, but I didn’t have any other options. The shelter was home to an unusual collection of exotic creatures, gremlins, flying monkeys, lap dragons, miniature manticores, and many others that had been picked up as strays or turned in by monsters who didn’t want them. Even though the work was hard and not always pleasant. I began to look forward to it. In fact, I usually felt more energized after I finished a day than when I started. I felt my powers returning and every day I got stronger. Eventually I mentioned it to Mrs. Goblin, who snickered. “You emotional vampires never get it - stolen love is just empty calories. It’ll never sustain you for long” She could tell I still didn’t get it. “Love that’s freely given is the most powerful source of energy in the monster universe. You’ve been coming here every day, taking care of these critters, showing them kindness, and the only thing they have to give you is their love - and believe me, they have a lot to give.” I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. I must have been standing there looking stupid because she said “Close your mouth before the flies get in and go clean the flying monkey cage. They’ve been throwing stuff again” I was in a daze. Why had no one ever explained this to me? Rather than dwelling on it. I was just happy I finally knew. _

May 3rd _ I now knew that I did it - stealing love - because I thought that’s what an emotional vampire was supposed to do. But it never felt quite right. I thought if I kept doing it, it would eventually feel right. But it only made me angry and frustrated. Then when Draculaura called me - well Toralei really - I thought that if I could get the heart that got away, it would change me and everything would be fine. But I was just a real pain in the fang to everyone and made a fool of myself. So I’ve come to a conclusion, being myself has to be easier than not being myself right? Back then, I hated the thought of who I really was, and that conflict made me become someone who wasn’t me. It’s time to be true to myself, but it’s scary. -

July 1st - Today was my one year anniversary at the shelter. As I left the garage I ran into Mom. She sniffed “You don’t stink anymore.” It was true, the stench was gone. I gave Mom a hug and told her it must be due to what I’d learned from working for Mrs. Goblin. I thanked Mom for telling her I needed help. Mom looked at me strangely. “What are you going on about? I don’t know a Mrs. Goblin.” What? I ran to the shelter but when I got there it was boarded up and empty. How could this be? I crawled through a broken window A thick layer of dust covered everything and it looked like no one had been there in years. Then I [illegible] ________ Unfortunately they stopped turning pages as the story was just getting good. But we probably won’t have to wait long for more official diary scans. Hope you enjoyed the preview I was able to glean from this video.

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