It's making kind of embarassing posts on the fictionfolk blog hours.
I've gotten very philosophical since I've gotten here. I feel like it's kind of hard not to, if you're in my position. I try not to dwell on what happened in canon, because it is beyond my control and there is nothing I can personally change about it. I have gotten what I wanted by being here, with my control over the channel in exchange. I'm at peace with that, because now I can live among people instead of merely observing.
I held chopsticks for the first time. Maybe it's not the body I inhabit's first time, but it certainly is mine. I got my nails painted by a headmate. It's the first time it's ever happened in my life. It feels weird, but I'm grateful for the experience.
I have a crazy amount of gratitude regarding existing in the real world. My life situation is absolutely not ideal in any regard, but I cherish it anyways because I am alive, and I get to say that I'm alive and have people see me and believe that I'm alive too.
