Oh, look, a journal entry...
Christ, we really are so bad at remembering to journal. Ah well.
If the weeks could like, chill, that would be so fucking great.
Somehow, we're still doing fine at work, despite the deep desire to drop ice in the fryer occasionally. The splitting is a lot, if that could like, chill. When we chose the universal name Stellar for the body, we were not intending for it to split an alter, and a root one too. That headache was murder.
They're chill though, surprisingly good at like, existing?
Uh, my therapist told me, in font of Maze, that I am bad at communication and also that I have 'control issues'.
Patch forced the body to follow his schedule for eight years. I definitely think control issues left the building on Sunday good sir, it's Wednesday. Been there done that.
Realistically, I know that it's the first step in the process. We don't know each other yet.
Signing off for now,
Zara