Dear JOURNAL,

So like, whoa today was wild. So I was doing my usual thing being real cool and mysterious at the window of my dorm when this like, really cool dude with sick boots came up to me and offered me this job thing or whatever. So like, obviously I accepted the offer (and the hit of what he was smoking) and BOOM I was transported like across the country or whatever to help escort this kid to Hawaii. The kids name is Benji btw, he was chill. He like, could fly and stuff and turn invisible which would be SO HELPFUL cause like, I can't stop attracting attention. Anyway we like shot some stuff or w/e. It was like, some rabid dogs and bear thing which would've been cool but like, they were trying to kill us which def sucks. Once we took care of all that we got some candy for Benji and drove over to the airport. Customs we're being annoying since like, getting our weapons transported with us is always a bullshit hassle cause like?? Why wouldn't I want to bring my gun everywhere?? I live in Florida bitch, it's basically my second cell phone. Anyway we boarded a plane and then like a bird chick attacked us and stuff. Its kinda crazy how that kinda just worked out... I have a good feeling that this is the start of something good. Soon you'll see a new Dawn. A darker, edgier Dawn...

- Yours Truly

Dawn Newday

Dear Journal,

GOD I JUST WANT TO DIE ALREADY. I’ve been searching for that dark, mysterious guy who sent me off to find Benji and the others but like??? He’s literally nowhere?? It’s total bullshit. And OF COURSE no one’s lifting a finger to help me. I’ve been asking around campus—like, hey, have you seen an edgy, brooding guy with actual taste?—and all anyone can point me to are TOTAL POSERS decked out in Hot Topic clearance wear. Kill me.

I just want more. More power. More purpose. More than this pathetic existence of group projects and forced smiles. Ever since I helped get Benji where he needed to go, I’ve felt... different. Like I’ve got this eerie ability to block out crap I don’t want to deal with. But it’s not enough. I want to fly and disappear from the world just like Benji does. And I know that mystery guy is the key—I just screwed up and didn’t get his number, like an idiot. All I’ve got is knowledge on when Benji's playing his switch (which doesn't help cause he's like ALWAYS ON).

Whatever. It’s fine. I’ll just keep dragging myself to these soul-sucking classes and exchanging fake pleasantries with the brainwashed masses until fate finally decides to stop spitting in my face.

Yours in Misery,

Dawn Newday

That cursed, sludgy little boba demon officially ruined boba for me forever—not that it matters. That sheeple drink was never really for someone like me anyway. Whatever. But what’s weird is… I’m not even that upset. Like, I should be pissed. That whole horror show of a drink would’ve pissed off the old me. But now? I just feel... numb to it? It’s like nothing touches me anymore. Not the daily drudgery. Not the daily disasters. Not even the cosmic joke that is my existence. Maybe it’s because life has already wrung me out and left me for dead emotionally, or maybe—and more likely—it’s my innate dark energy shielding me. A gift from whatever shadow realm decided I was worthy. Lately, I feel like I could walk across shattered glass on a twisted ankle and just keep going. Not because I’m strong. But because pain has lost its meaning. Nothing small matters anymore. Honestly, even the big stuff feels like static now. So yeah, boba is canceled. But so is everything else. And honestly That’s kind of freeing.