diary hub

[ cw- may have depressing themes, self harm and other sad vibes ]

on the dusty surface of the planet, you notice a small, battered journal. it's seen better days, but the text is still legible.

there's even a small message left from the old owner!

hey! i see you have found my journal. :] here i ramble about my life. every month has it's own styling, i'll probably use that to make pages which break away from the general "monochrome void of space" theming and have fun with other vibes.

i don't really write assuming that others will read it. still.... if you choose to, i hope that you enjoy the little insight into my mind!


are you going to take a look through? or maybe, or do you want to leave it for now?