PROBLEM SOOTHE

entry 1: 7/12/2025

magicMirror: dear diary.
magicMirror: i read poorly planned comics finally. i guess i read it about. ten years too late.
magicMirror: feel really... stupid, idk. i feel stupid for thinking all of the stupid, obvious things you think when you're a starry-eyed romantically-minded idiot and you encounter the legacy of some unknown artist who killed herself too young.
magicMirror: its objectively idiotic. but i cant let it go. "if only i could have..." "i would have done anything to..."
magicMirror: what is the point of thinking that about someone who is not only ten years dead but is probably someone who would have found you annoying, shallow, vapid, and uninteresting.
magicMirror: i mean, like. im a nice lady. smart, in some respects. and i like to play with words. but i am about as dumb as a sack of bricks when it comes to... to solving puzzles and mysteries, to interpreting things that have hidden layers to them.
magicMirror: how would i be able to make a difference if i was just the same old disappointing type of person who doesnt understand puzzles.
magicMirror: she was... i know she was really sick. i know she was hurting a lot. and that her friends probably felt like they had done everything could do, and i have no doubt that they did a lot
magicMirror: but it just feels so wrong that the story ends there. and there was i guess nothing anybody could have done about it. i was some dumb bitch living in a kitchen, hadnt even started hrt. no one could do anything and she will never live in this world again.
magicMirror: everything she made, forever incomplete.
magicMirror: thats our world. isnt it. forever incomplete.
magicMirror: nothing connects to things how its supposed to. nothing resolves.
magicMirror: after the festival comes the loneliness. after the laughter, comes the tears.
magicMirror: space apparently just expans and expands, everything becomes more distant from everything else.
magicMirror: what a sick, broken, vile world. what a yawning abyss. we are but so small, trapped in a maze with no exit, a riddle with no answers, an unsolvable puzzle, unresolvable problems.
magicMirror: nothing awaits but the pure land.
magicMirror: and i have nothing to offer but wishes and prayers for everyone who lives past this rotten age.
magicMirror: i hope i maybe get to meet her someday. when i am dead. she is high on my list. along with the grandfather i never met and everyone has only ever told me about.
magicMirror: i will tell her that what she did meant so much to me. i will tell her that i want to be her friend, and listen to everything she has to say.
magicMirror: if she wants me to sit in a discord call while she sorts pictures, i will. she can sort away.
magicMirror: and whatever goes through her brilliant mind while we talk, none of it will hurt, and everything will be okay.
magicMirror: goddess, my heart aches. goddess, i grieve for this world. give me strength and love. bear me through and remove my fear. replace it with assurance. always.
magicMirror: well, this has been another great diary entry. bye bye, diary, i love you.

hello. this is my diary. it is a record of things i wanted to say, sort of me talking to myself. it will probably be uninteresting to anyone who is not very, VERY interested in what i have to say.