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I'm writing this for no other reason than the fact that Yuuya gave this yellow flower-patterned notebook to me, claiming he had no use for it, without even asking me whether I wanted it in the first place. Bastard. But free things are still free, so that was why I accepted it without questioning. You can call it instinct, in fact.
That said, there is something in my chest I needed to get out. Today might as well be the best day in my life. After ten years, my old man has finally been dealt with. After ten years of endlessly hunting for the perfect Stand User, I can finally return to living a normal life. I simply have no words to describe how much I want to cry in relief, as if an entire part of me—a filthy, disgusting part of myself—has been purified and washed away with clean water. Even if this feeling is an illusion, wouldn't it be the best feeling to ever exist?
But now, a new problem arises: how do I even live a normal life? Come to think of it, it isn't something with a list I can follow to be labelled as normal. What if the way Okuyasu and I have lived has been completely normal? What exactly can be defined as "normal"? After living the same life for so long, the concept of normalcy has completely blurred and become abstract.
This... is very frustrating, to say the least.
So I've decided: without outright asking Josuke or Yuuya and coming off as an idiot, I'll take some notes on how to live a normal life. Or at least, as close to that as I possibly can. I hope to God that Okuyasu will never find this notebook in a million years, in case I end up writing sappy things and end up showing my vulnerability to my little brother. I have an image to upkeep! Or maybe I will leave it to Okuyasu to find this in case I die? I wonder how long I will live until karma comes to get me...
Now that I've finally set a purpose for this notebook (as I hate useless things lying around), I can rest easy. The first step to living a normal life is probably having a decent sleep schedule.
End of entry.