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5/12/2023
Dear diary, fuck my life.
Fuck my mom, who I think purposefully tries to make my life harder by criticizing every grade and activity, for trying to force me into a coven, and for being a bitch in general. Fuck my siblings, who make fun of me for everything I do while also being able to get away with everything. Fuck my “friends” who I’m only friends with because I have to be (See: fuck my mom). Fuck the Emperor and his coven system for even existing and taking advantage of innocent people for no discernable reason. And most of all, fuck Lucia Noceda who, on top of everything, makes my life even more of a living hell.
I know I talk about everyone else a lot, but Lucia Noceda is the newest edition to the shitshow called my life. She’s a human who came here from the Human Realm (duh), and she lives with Eda the Owl Lady, an infamous criminal. I just can’t figure it out. Why is it that every time she and her friends are around, everything goes wrong for me? There was the covention, the library incident, the abomination incident, and the list just goes on and on! But of course, I’m a Blight and I can’t let any of this get to me on the outside, because titan forbid your children have emotion, so I internalize it, and write it here (See again: fuck my mom).
And get this, she can do magic! Humans have no native magic ability, but titan be damned, she figured it out. That’s the one thing I admire about Noceda, she always tries again. She never lets anything keep her down. Other than that, however, she’s a total rotten banana peel of a human.
5/15/2023
I saw the human today. Of course, I did, it was a Monday, we go to the same school. This time though… was different. She didn’t call me shorty, or princess, or “mamacita” ... whatever that means. She pulled me over into a corner and slipped me a note. It said, “meet me at the bleachers after school, we need to talk. -Lucia” She then proceeded to walk away like nothing happened. I stood there stunned for a minute, but I have decided that I will see what she wants. If she pulls anything, I won’t hesitate to break her nose. Last period is almost over. Write later, wait, you’re a book, you don’t care.
End of chapter one