Luma's diary

Dear Vctoria, Maia, Luma, Kyla, Will, Alex, or whatever my name is in whatever life I'm living then

If you're reading this, you've lost you memories. Again. Good job me. This means you either got hit on that pressure point in your neck, died and randomly forgot everything (in which case, I don't blame you. me. whatever), or got your blood flow cut off at your wrists. Specifically your wrists.

In any case, you lost your memories. you shouldn't have, but you did. Well, probably. I'm still working on making this appear when I do lose my memories. Whatever, let's just say you did. learning about our past lives, or even just people in them, helps bring the memories rushing back. Or you could just wait about 40 or 50 years.

I might write these in more detail later, but that would hurt my hands doing it now, and the more lives that go on, the more I need to write.

Good luck getting those memories back

-Your past self, Maia

P.S. If you read a few lives of this and your memories don't come back, then you should probably leave it alone- learning about two lives at the most always worked before so I doubt that if you read three or five and don't remember that you're future me. though the curse may have worn off a bit. Never mind, just read to the end