Tamari's Journal (Unfinished)
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Last published Mon, Mar 24, 2025
Author's Note: Hi. I want to mention that despite leaving this story up here, and being my most popular writing ever, I'll never finish it. My interests have shifted and I left this fandom a long time ago, for the better when it comes to my mental health, personality, and interests. Enjoy your stay, if you want to read through. Just note that, the story may never be finished.
Introduction from myself yippee!!
I decided to write this little journal, since maybe people would feel curious about my journeys and my life throughout these years and universes that I'm still trying to figure out how to jump into. Maybe the humanity hasn't founded yet the 4th dimension, but I'm pretty sure if these fuckers will die, I'll be the first one to invent it. Maybe my sister can assist me with that as well, wouldn't that be cool? My name is Tamari, and I welcome you into my extra chaotic, mind bending and possibly very confusing life story, and since you opened up my journal, I'll be sure you won't leave without being done reading it, so I hope you enjoy your possible eternity in here. Get some virtual tea made out of chartreuse yellow bits of 1s and 0s, and I hope you'll enjoy the reading. I must warn you, some parts of the journey might be dark so, your advice is spoiled for you ahead.
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