Well. That... was an interesting few days. Glad to be back in my own skin. As always. One of these days, I'm going to stop being surprised by this stuff. Until then... Ugh. Just glad I didn't get out much this time.
Cissie's baking. And cooking. It's to do with the thing with Quatre-Bernell Jones, and I'm not sure how to talk to her about it. I don't know what I would do if Dad suddenly showed up here, and then disappeared again. I'd probably be living on a roof and not talking to anyone. Maybe baking is better. But she's not really talking much. And I think maybe she should--not that I'm a good judge on these things.
I was... the light and fluffy version of myself. I don't think I like it. I'm not used to being that... happy is the closest to the right word I can come up with, and it's a good thing this is private, because I'm pretty sure Cissie and Kon and Quatre (and probably Duo, too) would be all over that and try to make mebe happier. Or whatever he was. Maybe innocent is better. I don't know. Don't care either, because I'm not him and I wouldn't want to be him.
And... Kon was here. My Kon. I've gotten to know this Kon, and I like him a lot, but... it would have been really kind of awesome to have been able to talk to mine again. I miss him. God. So much. And I didn't know who he was, and I didn't know who I was, so I lost the opportunity. Damn it.
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Oh, and Harth. Next time pick on someone your own size.