Journal of the Second Largest Planet

{Entry 8}

Dear journal,

     I realized I have gone against my own words and I have written my feelings. I should burn this book, but as I've stated before, it's so hard to find a book able to withstand the forces of space. 

     Mars now shares his account with three others. I don't really know who they are, but I'd like to meet them later. I'm sure they are nice enough people. 

     I'm feeling a bit better since Sol's back to normal and Mama is getting well. I still can't believe she took the burden of bearing all of our emotions inside herself. That's not okay. . .

     I'm extremely glad Sol's back to normal. I told him I'd treat him like the baby he was acting like, but I'm not ready to be a mother yet. 

     What else is there to write about? Hm, I don't know. Oh! I'm most definitely human. It took me forever, by the way, to claw myself out of all the bubble wrap, Mars. Thanks. I totally wasn't suffocating in there. 

     I never realized how often I hurt myself, since it usually heals very fast. I have several bruises from bumping into things around the house. I've gotten a few annoying cuts on my stomach from something I can't remember. 

     That's another thing, I'm having such trouble with my memory. It's like my brain is trying to sort out which memories are important and which ones aren't. But, it's so very annoying. It'll remember the most random things. Like I remember I went to the mall and bought a chocolate ice cream cone on September 23, 2001, but I still can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday!

     I swear, I'm going insane!

     Oh great, I've been writing down my feelings this entire entry. Where's the lighter?

-Crona