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It’s morning again. What day? It’s hard to tell. I’ve been stuck here for so long, it's messing with my sense of time. I haven't seen friends in what feels like millennia. Bonnie, Breakfast, Lumpy Space, all just blurs to me now. Every day it's always the same: wake up, hear the waves, sing to myself, go to sleep. Every time I think it’ll get better, it always ends up the same.
The last time I could remember anything happening was when that blue guy showed up. He was a cool one (pun not intended). Talked to me a whole lot, managed to make himself at home, helped me break up with my piece of glob boyfriend, he was the one bright spot I could cling on to.
Then he left.
I haven't been able to feel any true happiness since then. No one can ever find me without any sort of map. The ones who do have one think I’m a myth. One day, I’ll run out of trees and then what will I have? Nothing. I'm nowhere close to ending my pain. Somebody please come and save me from this accursed spell. I want to be free to walk among other princesses again. I would cry but I fear I’ll ruin my face.
I am me. I am in agony. I am Isla De Senorita…
I wish I wasn't.