This is an entry from our system journal on 28 June 2024. Also known as "SL and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day."Sleep deprived, anxious, and woke up feeling fake. Oh, and frontstuck.
We couldn't fall asleep because our period made us feel awake. I've been frontstuck since yesterday. I got front-sick, and it felt terrible.
Today, I felt fake for the first time. It started when Reanna imagined me waking up in the front in Mike and Mary's bed. After three hours of sleep, guess what happened? It felt worse than the anxiety I'm feeling right now. Luckily, it only lasted an hour.
I'm so tired and shaky and... "Woozy." While I was putting away dishes, I kept wobbling. Reanna said I shouldn't vacuum. She thinks I might fall. We're watching a show called
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I have no idea what's going on. (I feel out of place.)
And I'm the only one fronting. Everyone else is a big garbled mess talking through me and moving through me. I want dresses (but that's Reanna.) I'm too tired to figure out the other blurring. So bloody tired. I can't wait to sleep.
-SL
(And maybe everyone else. I want to draw too.)
Maybe that's Mike. Maybe drawing is addictive. [I drew a picture of my character Terrance the day before. It was the first time I drew something.]
[Under all those words, I drew a picture of me with my head on a table. Behind me, I drew the phalanx in a fog saying "blah, blah, blah." Pointing to me, I wrote "this is me." Pointing to the fog, I wrote "this is the blurry mess."]
Mike will fix it later.
I'm not even me today.