January 6, 2019
I never thought today could get any harder. I vented out my frustrations to members of Discord. The admin, I decided to call her The Mistress, is going through a hard time. Most of the members aren't making it any better. The Mistress has so many things on her plate that I wish I could help her with. I do understand what she's going through just by reading, though my voice is meek. I don't even think it will reach her. It hurts me dearly. One the members yet again had to worsen her mood with is blunt facts and ideals. I no he means no harm, but for some reason I just want to let my swelling rage show him the error of his tongue.
She asked a serious question to everyone. Are we jealous of her mate? Some of them are. Me personally, I honestly don't care. She's happy, a girls happiness is all that is important to me. My jealousy only stems out to girls who chase after the one they lost, the one they deemed as their soulmate. The one that wants nothing to do with them. She even asked if we believe that she says she loves each one of us. I strongly believe so. Though now I fear it's been damaging her. I don't want that. I hate when people have to face the harsh reality. Even if I don't know her very well, and she knows not of me very well, I can't help but worry deeply about her. It's not romantic feelings. I've learned that lesson with the Witch and Tigress. Those two can fend for their selves. The Mistress is different from them, much like the Fairy in a way. Could it be that I have another sister figure? Impossible, even if I would attempt to get close to confirm, there would be no way. I may do second entries later in the evening. I may have to talk with her in private. The only way I could tell her how much I wish to support her.
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The Tigress, The Witch, and The Broken One
Non-FictionA journal that tells a tale of love most poison, choices most hazardous, heart most damaged
